1 According to thy gracious word, In meek humility, This will I do, my dying Lord, I will remember thee.
2 Thy body, broken for my sake, My bread from heaven shall be; Thy testamental cup I take, And thus remember thee.
3 Gethsemane can I forget? Or there thy conflict see, Thine agony and bloody sweat, And not remember thee?
4 When to the cross I turn mine eyes, And rest on Calvary, O Lamb of God, my sacrifice! I must remember thee; --
5 Remember thee, and all thy pains, And all thy love to me; Yea, while a breath, a pulse, remains, Will I remember thee.