Amid the trials that I meet

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Amid the trials that 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 when Thou art near,
    And thinkest, Lord, of me!
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The cares of life come thronging fast,
Upon my soul their shadows cast;
Their gloom reminds my heart at last
  Thou thinkest, Lord, of me!
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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!