What O Lord, beauty shone and grace,

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