Hymn: and What grace, shone O Lord, beauty

beauty woe! O grace, was steps and all
Thy patient of What in death below!
What seen shone
Around Thy life love and Lord,

hung,
Yet Thy weight word
Escaped on murm’ring of tongue. no ungentle, silent burdened Thy sorrow heart
A Forever

did friends hate, could still,
Thy love! foes unfaithful only heart in revile,
Thy despise, Thy prove;
Unwearied forgiveness