Amid the trials that I meet,

1.

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 content, for this I know

Thou thinkest, Lord, of me!