If human kind­ness meets re­turn,
And owns the grate­ful tie;
If ten­der thoughts with­in us burn
To feel a friend is nigh;
O shall not warm­er ac­cents tell
The gra­ti­tude we owe
To Him who died, our fears to quell,
Our more than or­phan’s woe!

While yet His ang­uished soul sur­veyed
Those pangs he would not flee,
What love His lat­est words dis­played,
Meet and re­mem­ber Me!
Remember Thee! Thy death, Thy shame
Our sin­ful hearts to share!
O me­mo­ry, leave no oth­er name
But His re­cord­ed there.