1 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."

2 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.

3 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?

4 Remember me; and, ere I pass away,
Speak thou the assuring word that sets us free,
And make thy promise to my heart, "To-day
Thou too shalt rest in Paradise with me."