1  On that same night, Lord Jesus,

       When all around Thee joined

    To cast its darkest shadow

       Across Thy holy mind,

    We hear Thy voice, blest Savior,

       "This do, remember me",

    With grateful hearts responding,

       We do remember Thee.

 2  The depth of all Thy suffering

       No heart could e'er conceive,

    The cup of wrath o'erflowing

       For us Thou didst receive;

    And, oh, of God forsaken

       On the accursèd 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 conformèd,

       While we remember Thee.