When I remember Thee, O Lord,
And break the bread,
I think of all th' indignities
Heaped on Thy head;
Of all the sorrow, shame and scorn
Endured for me,
By Thee, thou blessed Son of God,
On Calvary.

I think of those three awful hours
Of darkness, Lord,
In which Thy Father's loving face
From Thee was barred;
Of God forsaking Thee, and Thy
Heart-rending cry-
I marvel Thou couldst bear so much
For such as I.

And when I take, at Thy request,
The cup, and drink
The joy Thy sorrow won for me,
I can but think
Of joy and glory I shall share
So soon with Thee-
When I'll no more with bread and wine
Remember Thee.

Oh blessed hour, from week to week,
Just heart to heart-
The blessed earnest, that ere long
We ne'er shall part.
There is no place like this on earth
To me Thou'st given,
Which seems so much from earth apart,
So near to heaven.

Shut in from turmoil, care and strife,
With only Thee
To contemplate and feast upon,
Continually;
Forgetting even others there
Who feast with me;
Yea, e'en myself, O Lord, when I
Remember Thee.
The sweetest of all earthly hours
To me, shall be
The time I've spent while here, O Lord,
Remembering Thee.
Each time, I think, perhaps may be
The last-who knows ?
And thus the path of faith for me
Forever close.

Then close my heart to thoughts and cares
That trouble me At times;
I'd spend the hour alone
Remembering Thee.
These hours shall be the sunbeams of
My earthly way,
When looking o'er my path, from that
Eternal day.

How can I but remember Thee,
Lord, who didst take
The lowliest place found here on earth,
And for my sake!
The felon's portion-yea, the slave's-
That I might be,
Though guilty, by Thy cross indeed
Forever free.

How could I e'er forget the love
That brought Thee down
To that dread cross for me-the spear,
The thorny crown-
The glory all Thine own, which soon
Mine eyes shall see,
Nor yet thy tender last request-
" Remember me."

How can Thy children bear, O Lord,
To be left out ?
Ah, do they know the sweetness ?-nay,
I can but doubt.
Oh, may they hear Thy voice and heed
Thine own request,
Nor rob Thee longer of Thy joy,
And be at rest.

H. McD