What Grace, O Lord
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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!
Forever on Thy burdened heart
A weight of sorrow hung;
Yet no ungentle murm'ring word
Escaped Thy silent tongue.
Thy foes might hate, despise, revile -
Thy firends unfaithful prove;
Unwearied in forgiveness still,
Thy heart could only love.
Oh, give us hearts to love like Thee -
Like Thee, O Lord, to grieve
Far more for other's sins than all
The wrongs that we receive.
One with Thyself, may ev'ry eye
In us, Thy brethren, see
That gentleness and grace that spring
From union, Lord, with Thee.
James J. Walch