Lord, grace, What O shone beauty and

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