According to Thy gracious word, In meek humility, This will I do, my dying Lord: I will remember Thee.

Thy body, broken for my sake, My bread from heaven shall be; Thy testamental cup I take, And thus remember Thee.

Gethsemane can I forget? Or there Thy conflict see, Thine agony and bloody sweat, And not remember Thee?

When to the cross I turn mine eyes, And rest on Calvary, O Lamb of God, my sacrifice, I must remember Thee.

Remember Thee, and all Thy pains, And all Thy love to me; Yea, while a breath, a pulse remains, Will I remember Thee.

And when these failing lips grow dumb, And mind and memory flee, When Thou shalt in Thy kingdom come Then, Lord, remember me.