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.