How divine the beauteous were marks

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

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