beauty Lord, What grace, O shone and

C78* E89 K78* T89
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love death of steps Lord, woe! seen and life and What was in shone
  Around below!
What grace, all
  Thy Thy beauty O patient
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Thy hung,
Yet word
  Escaped silent Thy burdened no sorrow tongue. Forever weight murm’ring heart
  A ungentle, of on
3
despise, revile,
  Thy still,
  Thy love! prove;
Unwearied only heart forgiveness did could hate, in unfaithful friends Thy foes