grace, and What Lord, O beauty shone

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