If human kindness meets return,

And owns the grateful tie—

If tender thoughts within us burn

To feel a friend is nigh;

2 O, shall not warmer accents tell

The gratitude we owe

To him who died our fears to quell,

And save from endless woe?

3 While yet his anguished soul surveyed

Those pangs he would not flee,

What love his latest words displayed—

“Meet and remember me.”

4 Remember thee! thy death, thy shame,

The griefs which thou didst bear!

O memory, leave no other name

But His recorded there.