were beauteous the marks How divine

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

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