Edmund S. Lorenz
(1854-1942)
But I am poor and needy;
yet the Lord thinketh upon me:
Thou art my help and my deliverer;
make no tarrying, O my God.
Psalm 40:17 KJV
Amid the trials that I meet,
Amid the thorns that pierce my feet,
One thought remains supremely sweet:
Thou thinkest, Lord, of me!
Chorus:
Thou thinkest, Lord, of me!
Thou thinkest, Lord, of me!
What need I fear when Thou art near,
And thinkest, Lord, of me!1
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!
- This chorus is quoted in Percy Gutteridge's message The Spirit of Burning. ↩
