and beauty What O Lord, shone grace,

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