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144 ~ O Love Divine, That Stooped to Share

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O love divine, that stooped to share Our sharpest pang, our bitterest tear! On Thee we cast each earthborn care; We smile at pain while Thou art near.

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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!”

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When drooping pleasure turns to grief, And trembling faith is changed to fear, The murmuring wind, the quivering leaf, Shall softly tell us, “Thou art near!”

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