O Love Divine, that stooped to share <br />Our sharpest pang, our bitterest tear, <br />On Thee we cast each earth-born care, <br />We smile at pain while Thou art near! <br /> <br />Though long the weary way we tread, <br />And sorrow crown each lingering year, <br />No path we shun, no darkness dread, <br />Our hearts still whispering, Thou art near! <br /> <br />When drooping pleasure turns to grief, <br />And trembling faith is changed to fear, <br />The murmuring wind, the quivering leaf, <br />Shall softly tell us, Thou art near! <br /> <br />On Thee we fling our burdening woe, <br />O Love Divine, forever dear, <br />Content to suffer while we know, <br />Living and dying, Thou art near!<br /><br />Oliver Wendell Holmes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hymn-of-trust/
