beauty What grace, Lord, O shone and

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