O and Lord, beauty What grace, shone

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