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

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

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!

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