and shone Lord, grace, What O beauty

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