1 "THIS do, remember Me":
O blessed, living Lord,
What depths of grace we now can trace
In that most precious word!
2 "This do, remember Me":
Oh, deep desire of love
As round Thy soul those waves did roll
Of wrath from God above.
3 "This do, remember Me":
Oh, what a savour sweet
To God above! to man what love
Is in Thy work complete!
4 Now gathered round Thee here
With heart and conscience free,
O Lord, once dead, whose blood was shed,
We do remember Thee.
