1 '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!
2 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.
3 Hark! Through the gloom the dying Saviour 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!
4 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.'
*5 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.
6 Remember me; and, ere I pass away,
speak thou the assuring word that sets us free,
and make thy promise to my heart, 'Today
thou too shalt rest in paradise with me.'
Source: CPWI Hymnal #159