1 If human kindness meets return,
And owns the grateful tie;
If tender thoughts within us burn
To feel a friend is nigh:

2 O, shall not warmer accents tell
The gratitude we owe,
To Him who died our fears to quell,
And save from endless woe?

3 While yet in anguish he surveyed
Those pangs He would not flee,
What love His latest words display’d!
Meet and remember me.

4 Remember Thee! Thy death, Thy shame,
The griefs which Thou didst bear!
O mem’ry, leave not other name
So deeply graven there.