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, forever dear;
Content to suffer,while we know,
Living and dying, Thou art near.
|First Line:||O Love Divine, that stooped to share|
|Author:||Oliver Wendell Holmes (1859)|
|Instances (1 - 3 of 3)||Title||First Line||Tune||Tune Key||Author||Meter||Scripture||Date||Subject||Source|
|Small Church Music #3200||St. Petrox||O Love divine, that stooped to share||ST. PETROX||Oliver Wendell Holmes||184.108.40.206|
|Small Church Music #6619||Lawiston||O Love Divine, that stooped to share||LAWISTON||Oliver Wendell Holmes||220.127.116.11|
|The Cyber Hymnal #5144||O Love Divine, That Stooped to Share||O Love divine, that stooped to share||MOZART||Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.||LM||<cite>The Professor at the Breakfast Table</cite>, 1859|