O love divine, that stooped to share
by York. Lm · by Oliver W. Holmes S.
Representative text
As printed in The Church Hymnal (1941), no. 144 — the newest hymnal carrying it.
Verse 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.
Verse 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!”
Verse 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!”
Verse 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!