According to your gracious word, in meek humility,
This will I do, my dying Lord: I'll remember thee,
Your body, broken for my sake, my bread from Heaven shall be,
Thy testamental cup I take,
I'll remember thee, I'll remember thee.
Remember thee and all thy pain, and all thy love you give to me,
And, while a breath and pulse remains, I'll remember thee,
And when these failing lips grow numb, and mind and memory flee,
When thou shalt, in thy kingdom, come, Lord, remember me,
Lord, remember me.