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,

Jesus, remember me.