Lord Je­sus, think on me;
And this poor offering,
Which I do humbly weave for Thee,
Accept, O Christ, my king.

Lord Je­sus, think on me
And purge away my sin:
From earthborn pas­sions set me free
And make me pure with­in.

Lord Je­sus, think on me,
With care and woe op­pressed;
Let me Thy lov­ing serv­ant be,
And taste Thy pro­mised rest.

Lord Je­sus, think on me
Amid the bat­tle’s strife:
In all my pain and mi­se­ry
Be Thou my health and life.

Lord Je­sus, think on me
Nor let me go as­tray;
Through dark­ness and per­plex­ity
Point Thou the hea­ven­ly way.

Lord Je­sus, think on me
When floods the tem­pest high:
When on doth rush the ene­my,
O Sav­ior, be Thou nigh.

Lord Je­sus, think on me
That, when the flood is past,
I may th’eter­nal bright­ness see
And share Thy joy at last.

Lord Je­sus, think on me,
And grant me my de­sire,
That I, with mind and limbs set free,
May join the heav’n­ly choir.

Lord Je­sus, think on me
That I may sing ab­ove
To Fa­ther, and to Thee,
And to the Ho­ly Dove.