O Love divine, that stooped to share

270 O Love divine, that stooped to share

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, for ever dear!
   Content to suffer, while we know,
   Living and dying, Thou art near!
                         Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr.
                         The Methodist Hymnal 1964 edition

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As I've said before, not that Oliver Wendell Holmes!
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