Upon The Cross The Robber Prayed

Upon the cross the robber prayed;
The Son of God swift answer made:
Yes, thou shalt rest, I truly say,
With Me in Paradise today.

Hear, in Thy love, my contrite cry:
That malefactor, Lord, am I;
If Thou should’st mark deeds done amiss,
My sin would prove as vile as his.

One truth alone can cheer my soul;
Thou, Lord, didst die to make me whole:
The sacred stream from Calv’ry’s hill
Can cleanse e’en this foul heart from ill.

Now, from the cross exalted high,
Thou reignest King above the sky:
The while I tread the path of woe,
Think on Thy servant here below.

Each morn I fain would hear Thee, Lord,
Speak to my heart this royal word:
What though on earth thy flesh may be,
Thy soul shall sup today with Me.

When comes at length mine hour of death,
Thy voice shall soothe my latest breath,
As from the cross Thy mercy cries:
Today, with Me, in Paradise.