Lord, we would never forget Thy pain,
Thy bloody sweat, the shameful tree
The curse Thy soul did once sustain,
From sin and death to set us free!

Here, in the broken bread, the wine,
We hear Thee say, "Remember Me!
I gave My life to ransom thine;
I bore the wrath in love to thee!"

Lord, we are Thine! we praise Thy love!
We long Thy Form of grace to see!
And waiting here, till called above,
O Lord, we do remember Thee!