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;
The 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.

And when these fail­ing lips grow dumb
And mind and me­mo­ry flee,
When Thou shalt in Thy king­dom come,
Jesus, re­mem­ber me.