were the How marks divine beauteous
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love, lonely Thy shine, That divine, That were trod In Son How of O wondrous the used pathway, marks in God! lit to meekness Thy beauteous |
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who Thou of ever like of who a of Thee Light through so woe? light? O go So man, world O mild, bright, Thou Thee, so like Son did patient, |
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in humility? yet of high, So before? So so O like humbly bore The so so Thee glorious who scoffs meek, scorn, lowly, men, the |
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sets the torture to prisoner scoff, through mercy and with Thy all love life-blood pang, Thee; Yet glowed, And death, free, Was and flowed. Thy scorn that And |
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of soul all conformed O Thee, my the would journey Thee, learn and more be Still wondrous lowly One, And like to Thee, And my more run. Lord, |
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