When I Think
When I think of just
myself and my little cares,
Looming large and crowding close, hindering my
Of my weakness and my sins, I am sore depressed;
grows my thought; I can find no rest.
I think upon the world and its many woes -
Hunger, misery and crime - how
the long list grows!
Greed and hatred and unrest, strifes that never cease,
Weary, weary grows my thought; I can find no peace.
I meditate on Thee and Thy works, O Lord,
On Thy strength and majesty, on
Thy changeless word;
On Thy Steadfast faithfulness, reaching to the sky;
On Thy patient, watchful care over such as I;
On Thine everlasting love, high
and strong and deep;
On Thy wisdom and Thy truth and Thy power to keep;
When I think of what Thou art and what Thy power has done;
When I number all
the gifts given in Thy Son --
I forget the things that pass in the things
And my soul can rest in peace, fed and satisfied.
My soul shall be satisfied as with marrow and fatness;
my mouth shall praise thee with joyful lips:
When I remember thee upon
and meditate on thee in the night watches.