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 !