O Love Divine, That Stooped to Share

O Love di­vine

that stooped to share

Our sharp­est pang

our bit­ter­est tear

On Thee we cast each earth-born 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!