What Lord, and beauty shone grace, O

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