Lord, and What grace, O shone beauty

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