What Lord, shone O and grace, beauty

C78* E89 K78* T89
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love grace, O steps Thy was all
  Thy life What seen of and in patient and shone
  Around death below!
What beauty woe! Lord,
2
on Forever sorrow word
  Escaped Thy Thy hung,
Yet silent ungentle, of burdened tongue. murm'ring heart
  A no weight
3
unfaithful heart hate, did only prove;
Unwearied could revile,
  Thy forgiveness Thy friends despise, in still,
  Thy foes love!