Classic Poem

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

Thou thinkest, Lord, of me (of me),
Thou thinkest, Lord, of me (of me);
What need I fear since thou art near,
And thinkest, Lord, of me.