O love divine, that stooped to share
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O love divine, that stooped to shareOur sharpest pang, our bitterest tear!On thee we cast each earth-born care;We smile at pain while thou art near.
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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!"
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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!"
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On thee we fling our burdening woe,O love divine, forever dear;Content to suffer while we know,Living and dying, thou art near!