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<title>BLB Hymns</title>
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<h2>O LOVE DIVINE, THAT STOOPED TO SHARE</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“Thou art near, O Lord.” Psalm 119:151</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_h_o_holmes_ow.jpg" alt="Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr. (1809-1894)" width="133.333333333333" height="197.333333333333"></td>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_h_o_holmes_ow.html" target="_blank">Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.</a>, <em>The Professor at the Breakfast Table</em>, 1859.
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Mozart,” arranged from <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_m_o_mozart_wa.html" target="_blank">Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart</a> (1756-1791) </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_m_mozart.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p>O Love divine, that stooped to share<br>
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Our sharpest pang, our bitterest tear!<br>
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On Thee we cast each earthborn care;<br>
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We smile at pain while Thou art near.</p>
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<p>Though long the weary way we tread,<br>
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And sorrow crown each lingering year,<br>
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No path we shun, no darkness dread,<br>
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Our hearts still whispering, “Thou art near!”</p>
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<p>When drooping pleasure turns to grief,<br>
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And trembling faith is changed to fear,<br>
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The murmuring wind, the quivering leaf,<br>
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Shall softly tell us Thou art near!</p>
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<p>On Thee we fling our burdening woe,<br>
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O Love divine, forever dear!<br>
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Content to suffer while we know,<br>
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Living and dying, Thou art near!</p>
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