Hattie E. Buell.  Arr.

353 Thou Thinkest, Lord, of Me. 8s & 6s.

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!

     E.S.  Lorenz

354 Thou Thinkest, Lord, of Me. 8s & 6s.

Plead for Me. (633)

O thou, the contrite sinner’s Friend,
Who loving, lov’st them to the end,
On this alone my hopes depend
    That thou wilt plead for me.

Cho.—­O Savior, plead for me,
      O Savior, plead for me,
      On this alone my hopes depend
      That thou wilt plead for me.

2 When weary in the Christian race,
Far off appears my resting place,
And, fainting, I mistrust thy grace,
    Then, Savior, plead for me.

3 When I have erred and gone astray,
Afar from thine and wisdom’s way,
And see no glimmering, guiding ray,
    Still, Savior, plead for me.

4 When Satan, by my sins made bold,
Strives from thy cross to loose my hold,
Then with thy pitying arms enfold,
    And plead, oh, plead for me!

5 And when my dying hour draws near,
Darkened with anguish, guilt and fear,
Then to my fainting sight appear,
    Pleading in heaven for me.

     Charlotte Elliott.

355 Hamburg.  L.M.

Heb. 12:6. (852)

I cannot always trace the way
  Where thou, Almighty One, dost move;
But I can always, always say,
  That God is love, that God is love.

2 When fear her chilling mantle flings
  O’er earth, my soul to heaven above,
As to her native home, upsprings,
  For God is love, for God is love.

3 When mystery clouds my darkened path,
  I’ll check my dread, my doubts reprove;
In this my soul sweet comfort hath,
  That God is love, that God is love.

4.  Yes, God is love;—­a thought like this
  Can every gloomy thought remove,
And turn all tears, all woes, to bliss,
  For God is love, for God is love.

     Anon.

356 Ward.  L.M.

Psalm 46. (849)

God is the refuge of his saints,
  When storms of sharp distress invade. 
Ere we can offer our complaints,
  Behold him present with his aid.

2 Let mountains from their seats be hurled
  Down to the deep, and buried there;
Convulsions shake the solid world;—­
  Our faith shall never yield to fear.