1 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.
2 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.
3 When drooping pleasure turns to grief,
And trembling faith is turned to fear,
The murmuring wind, the quivering leaf,
Shall softly tell us Thou art near.
4 On Thee we fling our burdening woe,
O Love Divine, forever dear;
Content to suffer,while we know,
Living and dying, Thou art near.
Amen.
Source: The Hymnal of The Evangelical United Brethren Church #212