698 Amid the trials that I meet, 1. Amid the trials that I meet, Amid the thorns that piece 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! 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! 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!