beauty What Lord, shone and grace, O

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