shone beauty What Lord, and grace, O

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