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Amid the Trials Which I meet
1. Amid the trials which I meet,
Amid the thorns that pierce my feet,
One thought remains supremely sweet–
Thou thinkest, Lord, of me!
Thou thinkest, Lord, of me,
Thou thinkest, Lord, of me,
What need I fear since Thou art near,
And thinkest, Lord, of me?
2. The cares of life come thronging fast,
Upon my soul their shadow cast;
Their gloom reminds my heart at last,
Thou thinkest, Lord, of me!
Thou thinkest, Lord, of me,
Thou thinkest, Lord, of me,
What need I fear since Thou art near,
And thinkest, Lord, of me?
3. Let shadows come, let shadows go,
Let life be bright or dark with woe;
I am content, for this I know.
Thou thinkest, Lord, of me!
Thou thinkest, Lord, of me,
Thou thinkest, Lord, of me,
What need I fear since Thou art near,
And thinkest, Lord, of me?