grace, beauty shone and Lord, O What

C78* E89 K78* T89
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patient O below!
What grace, and was love in steps life seen of beauty What woe! and shone
  Around all
  Thy Thy death Lord,
2
hung,
Yet ungentle, murm’ring weight burdened no on heart
  A sorrow Forever Thy tongue. Thy word
  Escaped of silent
3
in forgiveness revile,
  Thy hate, foes love! Thy could only friends despise, did unfaithful still,
  Thy heart prove;
Unwearied