O Love
divine,
that
stooped to
share
Our
sharpest
pang, our
bitterest
tear!
On Thee we
cast each
earthborn
care;
We smile at
pain while
Thou art
near.
Though long
the weary
way we
tread,
And sorrow
crown each
lingering
year,
No path we
shun, no
darkness
dread,
Our hearts
still
whispering,
“Thou art
near!”
When
drooping
pleasure
turns to
grief,
And
trembling
faith is
changed to
fear,
The
murmuring
wind, the
quivering
leaf,
Shall
softly tell
us Thou art
near!
On Thee
we fling
our
burdening
woe,
O Love
divine,
forever
dear!
Content to
suffer
while we
know,
Living and
dying, Thou
art near!
