O love divine that stooped to share
Our sharpest pang, our bitt’rest 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 ling’ring year,
No path we shun, no darkness dread,
Our hearts still whisp’ring. "Thou art near.

When drooping pleasure turns to grief,
And trembling faith is changed to fear,
The murm’ring wind, the quiv'ring leaf,
Shall softly tell us "Thou art near!”

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