O and Lord, What grace, beauty shone

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