divine marks the How beauteous were

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

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