Thinking, Lord, of Thee

Verse 1

Alone in some secure retreat, The sky o’ershadows me; All nature smiles so soft and sweet, I’m thinking, Lord, of Thee.

Chorus

Thinking of Thee, O Lord, of Thee, Musing on things above; Till every chord within my soul Is tuned with heav’nly love.

Verse 2

I see Thee in the lonely mount In silent prayer for me; Thy tears all night a flowing fount, I’m thinking, Lord, of Thee.

Verse 3

I hear Thy deep and mournful sigh In sad Gethsemane; I see Thee on the reeking cross, I’m thinking, Lord, of Thee.

Verse 4

Awaking from the silent tomb, Thy risen form I see; Thy saints awaiting Thee to come, Are thinking, Lord, of Thee.