What beauty O grace, shone and Lord,

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