and What beauty Lord, grace, shone O

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