O Love Divine, That Stooped to Share

1O 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.

2Though 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!"

3When 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!"

4On Thee we fling our burdening woe,
O Love divine, forever dear;
Content to suffer while we know,
Living and dying,
Thou art near!