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!