O What beauty Lord, grace, and shone

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