and shone What Lord, beauty O grace,

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