What beauty Lord, O shone grace, and

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