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 works of love to answer words of faith! O words of hope for those who lived 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’.