O Thou from Whom All Goodness Flows

O Thou

from whom all good­ness flows

I lift my heart to Thee;

In all my sor­rows

con­flicts

woes

Dear Lord

re­mem­ber me.

Whene’er on my poor

bur­dened heart

My sins lie hea­vi­ly

My par­don speak

new peace im­part;

In love re­mem­ber me.

Temptations sore ob­struct my way

To shake my faith in Thee;

O give me strength

Lord

as my day;

For good re­mem­ber me.

Distressed with pain

dis­ease

and grief

This fee­ble bo­dy see;

Grant pa­tience

rest

and kind re­lief:

Hear and re­mem­ber me.

When in de­sert­ion’s dis­mal night

Thy face I can­not see

Then

Lord

arise with glo­ri­ous light

And still re­mem­ber me.

If on my face

for Thy dear name

Shame and re­proach­es be

All hail re­proach

and wel­come shame

If Thou re­mem­ber me.

The hour is near; con­signed to death

I own the just de­cree;

Sav­ior

with my last part­ing breath

I’ll cry

Re­mem­ber me.