divine were the beauteous marks How

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

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