Lord, shone What beauty O and grace,

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