“Lord, when Thy kingdom comes,
remember me”;
Thus spake the dying lips to dying
ears;
O faith, which in that darkest hour
could see
The promised glory of the far off
years!No kingly sign declares that
glory now,
No ray of hope lights up that awful
hour;
A thorny crown surrounds the bleeding
brow,
The hands are stretched in weakness,
not in power.Yet hear the word the dying Savior
saith,
“Thou too shalt rest in Paradise
today”;
O words of love to answer words of
faith!
O words of hope for those who live to
pray!Lord, when with dying lips my
prayer is said,
Grant that in faith Thy kingdom I may
see;
And, thinking on Thy cross and
bleeding head,
May breathe my parting words,
“Remember me.”Remember me, but not my shame or
sin;
Thy cleansing blood hath washed them
all away;
Thy precious death for me did pardon
win;
Thy blood redeemed me in that awful
day.Remember me, yet how canst Thou
forget
What pain and anguish I have caused
to Thee,
The cross, the agony, the bloody
sweat,
And all the sorrow Thou didst bear
for me?Remember me, and, ere I pass away,
Speak Thou th’assuring word that sets
us free,
And make Thy promise to my heart,
“Today
Thou too shalt rest in Paradise with
Me.”