grace, O What and beauty shone Lord,

C78* E89 K78* T89
1
O death Thy steps and beauty shone
  Around woe! seen grace, and all
  Thy of below!
What patient life was in What love Lord,
2
no word
  Escaped silent of weight Forever Thy ungentle, Thy hung,
Yet murm’ring sorrow on heart
  A burdened tongue.
3
foes did only revile,
  Thy hate, despise, Thy could unfaithful forgiveness friends heart prove;
Unwearied in still,
  Thy love!