Amid the trials that I meet

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!

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!

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!