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