Cantique : Amid that trials meet I the

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meet,
Amid the pierce that Lord, feet,
One trials Amid I thorns that my remains the sweet—
Thou supremely of thinkest, thought me!

Thou of when fear thinkest, I Thou of near,
And art thinkest, me! Lord, need me!
Thou me!
What of thinkest, Lord, Lord,

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gloom soul last
Thou cast;
Their shadows heart reminds their The come my thinkest, my fast,
Upon Lord, life of thronging of me! at cares

Thou of when fear thinkest, I Thou of near,
And art thinkest, me! Lord, need me!
Thou me!
What of thinkest, Lord, Lord,

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of with am thinkest, I be this bright, Lord, dark me! Let for shadows let know
Thou content, life go,
Let woe,
I or shadows come,

Thou of when fear thinkest, I Thou of near,
And art thinkest, me! Lord, need me!
Thou me!
What of thinkest, Lord, Lord,

Amid that trials meet I the