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!
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!
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!
Shepherd and Saviour
Jesus, my divine,
Trusting in Thee, trusting in Thee;
Oh, what a foretaste of glory is mine
While I am trusting in Thee!
Jesus, my Saviour, in Thee;
Oh, what a foretaste of glory is mine,
While I am trusting in Thee!
What though around me the billows may roll?
Trusting in Thee, trusting in Thee;
Firm on the Rock I have anchored my soul;
Lord, I am trusting in Thee!
What if the shadows encompass my way?
Trusting in Thee, trusting in Thee;
Lord, Thou hast promised Thy strength as my day,
While I am trusting in Thee.