1
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.

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 changed 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!