| 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; The cup, thy precious Blood, 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. | | And when these failing lips grow dumb, And mind and memory flee, When thou shalt in thy kingdom come, Then, Lord, remember me. | |