Hymn of Trust

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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.
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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.
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- Oliver W. Holmes

Though he slay me, yet will I trust in him. Job 13:15a