beauteous How divine were the marks

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

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