What Lord, beauty O shone grace, and

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