O What beauty grace, Lord, and shone

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