What grace, O Lord, and beauty shone

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