What beauty Lord, and shone O grace,

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