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.
Remember Thee, and all Thy pains,
And all Thy love to me.
Yea, while a breath, a pulse remains,
Will I remember Thee.
And when these failing lips grow dumb,
And mind and memory flee,
When Thou shall in Thy kingdom come
Jesus, remember me.
This poem originally appeared in Ministry Magazine, July 1972.
