What grace, beauty O Lord, and shone

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