Remember me (2)

2nd hymn

The thief who near the Saviour hung (In death, how happy he!) Was answered when his dying tongue Said, "Lord remember me." My sins are not less black than those Which brought him to the tree: No thought can give my heart repose, But Lord remember me. When Jesus died, death lost its sting, Like the enraged bee. And I may now address the King With, Lord remember me. I take my pattern from the thief I have no other plea For I of sinners am the chief, Then Lord remember me. The Lamb upon his glorious throne As newly slain I see And trust he will not those disown [John Newton bw better 150 x 55] Who plead, remember me. And when before him face to face I bow my thankful knee In joyful strains I'll praise his grace Who now remembers me.