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 ma­ny a care 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
That I may sing above
To Fa­ther, Spir­it, and to Thee
The strains of praise and love.