Cantique : Amid the that I meet trials

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

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

2

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

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

3

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

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

Amid the that I meet trials