What Lord, and beauty O grace, shone

C78* E89 K78* T89
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Lord, What and beauty of below!
What shone
  Around in was death and Thy patient steps grace, life woe! all
  Thy O love seen
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no Thy burdened weight on hung,
Yet word
  Escaped heart
  A murm’ring tongue. Forever ungentle, sorrow of silent Thy
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despise, could still,
  Thy friends heart only in revile,
  Thy foes hate, prove;
Unwearied forgiveness unfaithful did Thy love!