Alone in some secure retreat,
The sky o’ershadows me;
All nature smiles so soft and sweet,
I’m thinking, Lord, of Thee.
Refrain:
Thinking of Thee, O Lord, of Thee,
Musing on things above;
Till every chord within my soul
Is tuned with heav’nly love.
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.
I hear Thy deep and mournful sigh
In sad Gethsemane;
I see Thee on the reeking cross,
I’m thinking, Lord, of Thee.
Awaking from the silent tomb,
Thy risen form I see;
Thy saints awaiting Thee to come,
Are thinking, Lord, of Thee.
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