�Lord, when Thy kingdom comes,
remember me�;
Thus spake the dying lips to dying
ears;
O faith, which in that darkest hour
could see
The promised glory of the far off
years!
No kingly sign declares that
glory now,
No ray of hope lights up that awful
hour;
A thorny crown surrounds the bleeding
brow,
The hands are stretched in weakness,
not in power.
Yet hear the word the dying Savior
saith,
�Thou too shalt rest in Paradise
today�;
O words of love to answer words of
faith!
O words of hope for those who live to
pray!
Lord, when with dying lips my
prayer is said,
Grant that in faith Thy kingdom I may
see;
And, thinking on Thy cross and
bleeding head,
May breathe my parting words,
�Remember me.�
Remember me, but not my shame or
sin;
Thy cleansing blood hath washed them
all away;
Thy precious death for me did pardon
win;
Thy blood redeemed me in that awful
day.
Remember me, yet how canst Thou
forget
What pain and anguish I have caused
to Thee,
The cross, the agony, the bloody
sweat,
And all the sorrow Thou didst bear
for me?
Remember me, and, ere I pass away,
Speak Thou th�assuring word that sets
us free,
And make Thy promise to my heart,
�Today
Thou too shalt rest in Paradise with
Me.�
