L. M.

God ever near.

O love divine, that stooped to share

Our sharpest pang, our bitterest tear,

On thee is 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!