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| WHEN the Paschal evening fell | |
| Deep on Kedron’s hallowed dell, | |
| When around the festal board | |
| Sate the Apostles with their Lord, | |
| Then His parting word He said, | 5 |
| Blessed the cup and brake the bread— | |
| “This whene’er ye do or see | |
| Evermore remember Me.” | |
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| Years have past: in every clime, | |
| Changing with the changing time, | 10 |
| Varying thro’ a thousand forms, | |
| Torn by factions, rock’d by storms, | |
| Still the sacred table spread | |
| Flowing cup and broken bread | |
| With that parting word agree, | 15 |
| “Drink and eat. Remember Me.” | |
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| When by treason, doubt, unrest, | |
| Sinks the soul dismay’d, opprest; | |
| When the shadows of the tomb | |
| Close us round with deepening gloom; | 20 |
| Then bethink us at this board | |
| Of the sorrowing suffering Lord, | |
| Who when tried and grieved as we, | |
| Dying, said, “Remember Me.” | |
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| When thro’ all the scenes of life, | 25 |
| Hearths of peace and fields of strife, | |
| Friends or foes together meet, | |
| Now to part and now to greet, | |
| Let those holy tokens tell | |
| Of that sweet and sad farewell, | 30 |
| And in mingled grief or glee | |
| Whisper still “Remember Me.” | |
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| When diverging creeds shall learn | |
| Towards their central source to turn; | |
| When contending churches tire | 35 |
| Of the earthquake, wind and fire; | |
| Here let strife and clamour cease | |
| At that still small voice of peace— | |
| “May they all united be | |
| In the Father and in Me.” | 40 |
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| When as rolls the sacred year | |
| Each fresh note of love we hear; | |
| When the Babe, the Youth, the Man, | |
| Full of grace Divine we scan, | |
| When the mournful Way we tread | 45 |
| Where for us His blood He shed; | |
| When on Easter morn we tell | |
| How He conquer’d Death and Hell; | |
| When we watch His spirit true | |
| Heaven and earth transform anew; | 50 |
| Then with quicken’d sense we see | |
| Why He said “Remember Me.” | |
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| When in this thanksgiving feast | |
| We would give to God our best, | |
| For the treasures of His might | 55 |
| Seeking life and love and light, | |
| Then O friend of humankind | |
| Make us true and firm of mind, | |
| Pure of heart, in spirit free— | |
| Then may we remember Thee. | 60 |
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