Amid the trials that I meet, Amid the thorns that pierce my feet, One thought remains supremely sweet---- Thou thinkest, Lord, of me !
Thou thinkest, Lord, of me ! . . Thou thinkest, Lord, of me ! . . What need I fear when Thou art near, And thinkest, Lord, of me ?
2. The cares of life come thronging fast, Upon my soul their shadows cast ; Their gloom reminds my heart at last---- Thou thinkest, Lord, of me !
3. Let shadows come, let shadows go, Let life be bright, or dark with woe, I am lyric ; for this I know---- Thou thinkest, Lord, of me !