1 What grace, O Lord, and beauty shone
around Your steps below!
What patient love was seen in all
Your life and death of woe!
2 For ever on Your burdened heart
a weight of sorrow hung,
yet no ungentle, murmuring word
escaped Your silent tongue.
3 Your foes might hate, despise, revile,
Your friends unfaithful prove;
unwearied in forgiveness still,
Your heart could only love.
4 O give us hearts to love like You,
like You, O Lord, to grieve
far more for others’ sins than all
the wrongs that we receive.
5 One with Yourself, may every eye
in all of humankind
behold that grace and gentleness
which, Lord, in You we find.
Edward Denny
The Methodist Hymnal 1939 edition
<idle musing>
The fourth verse really spoke to me: "O give us hearts to love like You, / like You, O Lord, to grieve / far more for others’ sins than all / the wrongs that we receive."
</idle musing>
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