divine How the were beauteous marks

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

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