Hymn: Amid that I the meet trials

1

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

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

2

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

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

3

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

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

Amid that I the meet trials