_Divine Care._
Amid the trials which I meet,
Amid the thorns that pierce my feet,
One thought remains supremely sweet,
Thou thinkest, Lord, of me!
Cho.--Thou thinkest, Lord, of me,
Thou thinkest, Lord, of me,
What need I fear when thou art near,
And thinkest, Lord, of me.
2 The cares of life come thronging fast
Upon my soul their shadow 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!