Amid the trials that I meet Amid the trials that I meet, Amid the thorns that pierce my feet, One thought remains supremely sweet— Thou thinkest, Lord, of me! Refrain 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! Refrain 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! Refrain