1 What grace, O Lord, and beauty shone
Around Thy steps below;
What patient love was seen in all
Thy life and death of woe.
2 For ever on Thy burdened heart
A weight of sorrow hung;
Yet no ungentle, murmuring word
Escaped Thy silent tongue.
3 Thy foes might hate, despise, revile,
Thy friends unfaithful prove;
Unwearied in forgiveness still,
Thy heart could only love.
4 One with Thyself may every eye
In us, Thy brethren, see
That gentleness and grace that spring
From union, Lord, with Thee.
|First Line:||What grace, O Lord, and beauty shone|
|Author:||Edward Denny (1839)|