Verily I say unto thee, To day shalt thou be with Me in paradise.'

mp LORD, when Thy kingdom comes, remember me!'

Thus spake the dying lips to dying ears.

mf O faith, which in that darkest hour could see
The promised glory of the far-off years!

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mp 2 No kingly sign declares that glory now;
of hope lights up that awful hour,
A thorny crown surrounds the bleeding brow;
The hands are stretched in weakness, not in power.

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m 3 Yet hear the word the dying Saviour saith, 'Thou too shalt rest in Paradise to-day'; mf O words of love to answer words of faith!

O words of hope for those who live to pray!

p 4 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.'

'Now there stood by the cross of Jesus His mother. . He saith unto His mother, Woman, behold thy son! Then saith He to the disciple, Behold thy mother!'

[May be sung to 'PETRA,' No. 191.]

voice, saying, My God, My God, why hast Thou forsaken Me?'

HRONED upon the awful tree,
King of grief, I watch with Thee;
pp Darkness veils Thine anguished face;
None its lines of woe can trace;
None can tell what pangs unknown
Hold Thee silent and alone,-

2 Silent through those three dread hours,
Wrestling with the evil powers,

Left alone with human sin,
Gloom around Thee and within,
Till the appointed time is nigh,
Till the Lamb of God may die.