What grace, O shone beauty and Lord,

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