According to thy gracious word, in meek humility, this will I do, my dying Lord, I will remember thee. Thy body, broken for my sake, my bread from heaven shall be; thy testamental cup I take, and thus remember thee. Gethsemane can I forget? Or there thy conflict see, thine agony and bloody sweat, and not remember thee? When to the cross I turn mine eyes and rest on Calvary; O Lamb of God, my sacrifice, I must remember thee. Remember thee, and all thy pains, and all thy love to me; yea, while I have a breath, a pulse remains, will I remember thee. And when these failing lips grow dumb, and mind and memory flee, when thou shalt in thy kingdom come, Jesus, remember me.