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 my 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!
Yes, while a breath, a pulse remains,
will I remember thee.

6 And when these failing lips grow dumb,
and mind and memory flee,
when thou shalt in thy kingdom come,
then, Lord, remember me.