As on the cross the Saviour hung,

And groaned, and bled, and died,

He looked with pity on a wretch

That languished by his side.

2 The dying thief in Jesus saw

A majesty divine;

While scoffing Jews around him stood,

And asked him for a sign!

3 The kingdom, Lord, is thine, he said;

’Tis thine o’er men to reign:

Thy wondrous works thy lordship prove,

These pains thy love proclaim:

4 Honors divine await thee soon,

A scepter and a crown:

With shame thy foes shall yet behold

Thee seated on a throne.

5 Then, gracious Lord, remember me!

Is not forgiveness thine?

My crimes have brought me to thy side—

Thy love brought thee to mine!

6 His prayer the dying Jesus hears,

And instantly replies,

To-day your parting soul shall be

With me in paradise.