Whenever I Think of Him

The cross that He gave is hea­vy

And the light on my path is dim

Yet I feel a bless­èd as­sur­ance

Whenever I think of Him.

Whenever I think of Him

Whenever I think of Him

He fills my soul with di­vine con­trol

Whenever I think of Him.

I stand on the mount of pro­mise

Rising up from the vale of pray­er;

For my soul is filled with His good­ness

And thoughts of His love and care.

Some day it will all be ov­er;

Then with loved ones gone on be­fore

I will join the saints and the mar­tyrs

And praise Him for­ev­er­more.