Thou Thinkest, Lord, of Me AMID THE TRIALS WHICH I MEET—Edmund S. Lorenz Thou Thinkest, Lord, of Me 1 Amid the trials which I meet, Amid the thorns that pierce my feet, One thought remains supremely sweet, Thou 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,