marks How were beauteous the divine

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

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