Lord, When Thy Kingdom Comes

Lord

when Thy king­dom comes

re­mem­ber me;

Thus spake the dy­ing lips to dy­ing ears;

O faith

which in that dark­est hour could see

The pro­mised glo­ry of the far off years!

No king­ly sign de­clares that glo­ry now

No ray of hope lights up that aw­ful hour;

A thor­ny crown sur­rounds the bleed­ing brow

The hands are stretched in weak­ness

not in pow­er.

Yet hear the word the dy­ing Sav­ior sa­ith

Thou too shalt rest in para­dise to­day;

O words of love to an­swer words of faith!

O words of hope for those who live to pray!

Lord

when with dy­ing lips my pray­er is said

Grant that in faith Thy king­dom I may see;

And

think­ing on Thy cross and bleed­ing head

May breathe my part­ing words

Re­mem­ber me.

Remember me

but not my shame or sin;

Thy cleans­ing blood hath washed them all away;

Thy pre­cious death for me did par­don win;

Thy blood re­deemed me in that aw­ful day.

Remember me

yet how canst Thou for­get

What pain and ang­uish I have caused to Thee

The cross

the ago­ny

the bloody sweat

And all the sor­row Thou didst bear for me?

Remember me

and

ere I pass away

Speak Thou th’as­sur­ing word that sets us free

And make Thy pro­mise to my heart

To­day

Thou too shalt rest in para­dise with Me.