1 When Thou didst with pitying eye
Leave Thy Father’s throne on high—
Leave a heavenly diadem
For a crib in Bethlehem,
Jesus, Thou didst think of me;
Do I, do I think of Thee?

2 Blessing, helping everyone,
Yet rejected by Thine own;
Buffeted and spit upon,
O, Thou blessèd Holy One,
This, because Thou thought of me!
Do I, do I think of Thee?

3 Praying in Gethsemane;
Agonizing on the tree;
When, with breaking heart, Thou cried
"It is finished," bowed and died,
Jesus, Thou didst think of me!
Do I, do I think of Thee?

4 On His hands my name I see:
In the grave He thinks of me,
Vain, oh Calvary, Thy doom!
Jesus rises from the tomb,
Evermore to think of me;
Jesus, I will think of Thee.