1 ON that same night, Lord Jesus,
When all around combined
To cast its darkest shadow
Across Thy holy mind,
We hear Thy voice, blest Saviour,
"This do, remember Me:"
With joyful hearts responding,
We do remember Thee.
2 The depth of all Thy suffering
No heart could e'er conceive,
The cup of wrath unmingled
For us Thou didst receive;
Thou wast of God forsaken
On the accursed tree;
With grateful hearts, Lord Jesus,
We now remember Thee.
3 We think of all the darkness
Which round Thy spirit pressed,
Of all those waves and billows,
Which rolled across Thy breast.
Oh, there Thy grace unbounded
And perfect love we see;
With joy and sorrow mingling,
We would remember Thee.
4 We know Thee now as risen,
The Firstborn from the dead;
We see Thee now ascended,
The church's glorious Head.
In Thee by grace accepted,
The heart and mind set free
To think of all Thy sorrow,
And thus remember Thee.
5 Till Thou shalt come in glory
And call us hence away,
To rest in all the brightness
Of that unclouded day,
We show Thy death, Lord Jesus,
And here would seek to be
More to Thy death conformed,
Whilst we remember Thee.
