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.