were the divine marks beauteous How

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

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