by Oliver Wendell Holmes (1809 - 1894)

Love Divine, that stoop'd to share
Language: English 
Love Divine, that stoop'd to share 
Our sharpest pang, our bitt'rest tear,
O Love Divine, we smile at pain while Thou art near.
Though long the weary way we tread,
And sorrow crown each ling'ring year,
No path we shun no darkness dread,
Our hearts still whisp'ring,
Thou art near!

Love Divine, that stoop'd to share 
Our sharpest pang, our bitt'rest tear,
O Love Divine, on thee we cast each earthborn care.
When drooping pleasure turns to grief,
And trembling faith is turn'd to fear,
The murm'ring wind, the quiv'ring leaf
Shall tell us softly,
Thou art near!

O Thee we fling our burd'ning woe,
O Love Divine, forever dear,
Content to suffer, while we know,
Living and dying,
Thou art near!

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