Methinks, when in the judg­ment,
I stand at God’s white throne,
My sins will rise before me,
Their aw­ful guilt I’ll own;
Then in that aw­ful moment
I’ll reach the Sav­ior’s side,
And touch His flow­ing gar­ments,
For ’twas for me He died.

He has from sin re­deemed me,
I know I am His child;
But when I stand in Hea­ven,
Before Heav’n’s un­de­filed,
Past me­mo­ries may come o’er me,
My sin re­mem­bered be,
But oh! I shall re­mem­ber,
That Je­sus died for me.

Oh, I would not for­get them,
Lest I’d for­get ’tis meet,
To kneel be­fore my Sav­ior,
Low at His pierc­èd feet;
When crowned with Him in glo­ry,
I’d in His wounds abide,
Confess thro’ end­less ag­es,
That for my sins He died.