What grace, O shone beauty Lord, and

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