beauteous the marks were How divine

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

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