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. | |