Thou Didst Think of Me

When Thou didst with pi­ty­ing eye

Leave Thy Fa­ther’s throne on high—

Leave a heav­en­ly dia­dem

For a crib in Beth­le­hem

Jesus

Thou didst think of me;

Do I

do I think of Thee?

Blessing

help­ing ev­ery­one

Yet re­ject­ed by Thine own;

Buffeted and spit upon

O

Thou bless­èd Ho­ly One

This

be­cause Thou thought of me!

Do I

do I think of Thee?

Praying in Geth­se­ma­ne;

Agonizing on the tree;

When

with break­ing heart

Thou cried

It is fin­ished

bowed and died

Jesus

Thou didst think of me!

Do I

do I think of Thee?

On His hands my name I see:

In the grave He thinks of me

Vain

oh Cal­va­ry

Thy doom!

Jesus ris­es from the tomb

Evermore to think of me;

Jesus

I will think of Thee.