marks were beauteous divine the How

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

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