Cantique : trials meet I the Amid that

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

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

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

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

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

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

trials meet I the Amid that