'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!

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.

Hark! through the gloom the dying Saviour saith,
'Thou too shalt rest in Paradise to-day:'
O words of love to answer words of faith!
O words of hope for those to live to pray!

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.'

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.

Remember me; and, ere I pass away,
Speak thou the assuring word that sets us free,
And make thy promise to my heart, 'To-day
Thou too shalt rest in Paradise with me.'


W. D. Maclagan