Thou Thinkest, Lord, of Me

Amid the tri­als which 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

since 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!