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 are near.
On Thee we fling our burdening woe,
O Love Divine, forever dear;
Content to suffer, while we know
Living or dying, Thou are near!
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