What grace, O Lord, and beauty shone
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What grace, O Lord, and beauty shoneAround thy steps below;What patient love was seen in allThy life and death of woe.
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For, ever on thy burdened heartA weight of sorrow hung;Yet no ungentle, murmuring wordEscaped thy silent tongue.
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Thy foes might hate, despise, revile,Thy friends unfaithful prove;Unwearied in forgiveness still,Thy heart could only love.
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O, give us hearts to love like thee!Like thee, O Lord, to grieveFar more for others' sins, than allThe wrongs that we receive.