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