1 

Amid the trials that I meet,

Amid the thorns that pierce my feet,

One thought remains supremely sweet —

   Thou thinkest, Lord, of me!

 2 

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!

 3 

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!