beauteous marks the How divine were

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

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