shone and Lord, O beauty What grace,

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