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Amid the trials that I meet,

E. D. Mund
Verse 1
Amid the trials that I meet, Amid the thorns that pierce my feet, One thought remains supremely sweet- Thou thinkest, Lord, of me!
Chorus
Thou thinkest, Lord, of me! Thou thinkest, Lord, of me! What need I fear when Thou art near, And thinkest, Lord, of me!
Verse 2
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!
Verse 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!

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