How beauteous were the marks divine (Hymn 88)

Verse 1: How beauteous were the marks divine, That in Thy meekness used to shine, That lit Thy lonely pathway, trod In wondrous love, O Son of God! Verse 2: O who like Thee, so mild, so bright, Thou Son of man, Thou Light of light? O who like Thee did ever go So patient, through a world of woe? Verse 3: O who like Thee so humbly bore The scorn, the scoffs of men, before? So meek, so lowly, yet so high, So glorious in humility? Verse 4: And death, that sets the prisoner free, Was pang, and scoff, and scorn to Thee; Yet love through all Thy torture glowed, And mercy with Thy life-blood flowed. Verse 5: O wondrous Lord, my soul would be Still more and more conformed to Thee, And learn of Thee, the lowly One, And like Thee, all my journey run.