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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