and grace, beauty O shone What Lord,

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