O grace, What beauty and shone Lord,

C78* E89 K78* T89
1
life and woe! all
  Thy grace, steps shone
  Around of death below!
What love patient Lord, O in beauty What was Thy and seen
2
no hung,
Yet murm’ring ungentle, silent weight on heart
  A burdened Thy of Thy Forever sorrow word
  Escaped tongue.
3
revile,
  Thy heart Thy did only despise, foes hate, love! could friends forgiveness prove;
Unwearied still,
  Thy in unfaithful