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 O give us hearts to love like thee!

Like thee, O Lord, to grieve

Far more for others’ sins than all

The wrongs that we receive.

5 One with thyself, may every eye,

In us, thy brethren, see

The gentleness and grace that spring

From union, Lord! with thee.