WHAT grace, O Lord, and beauty shone
Around Thy steps below;
What patient love was seen
In all Thy life and death of woe!
For ever on Thy burdened heart
A weight of sorrow hung,
Yet no ungentle, murmuring word
Escaped Thy silent tongue.
WHAT grace, O Lord, and beauty shone
Around Thy steps below;
What patient love was seen
In all Thy life and death of woe!
For ever on Thy burdened heart
A weight of sorrow hung,
Yet no ungentle, murmuring word
Escaped Thy silent tongue.