Capo 4
A [D]mid the trials [A]which I meet, A [G]mid the [A]thorns that [D]pierce my feet,
One [F#m]thought remains su [Bm]premely sweet: Thou [Em]thinkest, [A]Lord, of [D]me!
Thou [F#m]thinkest, [Em]Lord, of me, Thou [A]thinkest, Lord, of [D]me!
What [F#m]need I fear when [Bm]Thou art near, And [Em]thinkest, [A]Lord, of [D]me?
The [D]cares of life come [A]thronging fast, U [G]pon my [A]soul their [D]shadow cast;
Their [F#m]gloom reminds my [Bm]heart at last: Thou [Em]thinkest, [A]Lord, of [D]me!
Thou [F#m]thinkest, [Em]Lord, of me, Thou [A]thinkest, Lord, of [D]me!
What [F#m]need I fear when [Bm]Thou art near, And [Em]thinkest, [A]Lord, of [D]me?
Let [D]shadows come, let [A]shadows go; Let [G]life be [A]bright or [D]dark with woe;
I [F#m]am content, for [Bm]this I know: Thou [Em]thinkest, [A]Lord, of [D]me!
Thou [F#m]thinkest, [Em]Lord, of me, Thou [A]thinkest, Lord, of [D]me!
What [F#m]need I fear when [Bm]Thou art near, And [Em]thinkest, [A]Lord, of [D]me?
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