MY Lord, dost Thou indeed remember me, Just me, the least and last? With all the names of Thy redeemed, And all Thy angels, has it seemed As though my name might be perhaps o'erpassed; Yet here I find Thy word of tenderest grace, True for this moment, perfect for my case, -- "Thus saith Jehovah, I remember thee!" My Lord, dost Thou remember this of me, The kindness of my youth? -- The tremulous gleams of early days, The first faint thrills of love and praise, Vibrating fitfully? Not much, in truth, Can I bring back at memory's wondering call; Yet Thou, my faithful Lord, rememberest all, -- "Thus saith Jehovah, I remember thee!" My Lord, dost thou remember this of me, My love, so poor, so cold! Oh, if I had but loved Thee more! Yet Thou hast pardoned. Let me pour My life's best wine for Thee, my heart's best gold (Worthless, yet all I have), for very shame That Thou shouldst tell me, calling me by name, -- "Thus saith Jehovah, I remember thee!" My Lord, dost Thou remember this of me, The day of Thine own power? The love of mine espousals sweet, The laying wholly at Thy feet Of heart and life, in that glad, willing hour? That love was Thine -- I gave Thee but Thine own, And yet the Voice falls from the emerald throne, -- "Thus saith Jehovah, I remember thee!" My Lord, dost thou remember this of me? Forgetting every fall, Forgetting all the treacherous days, Forgetting all the wandering ways, With fullness of forgiveness covering all; Casting these memories, a hideous store, Into the crimson sea, for evermore, And only saying, "I remember thee!" My Lord, art Thou indeed remembering me? Then let me not forget! Oh, be Thy kindness all the way, Thy everlasting love to-day, In sweet perpetual remembrance set Before my view, to fill my marveling gaze, And stir my love, and lift my soul to praise, Because Thou sayest, "I remember thee!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HIGHWAY DEATH TOLL by KAREN SWENSON LOVE IN AUTUMN by SARA TEASDALE MEDITATIONS OF A HINDU [OR, HINDOO] PRINCE [AND SKEPTIC] by ALFRED COMYNS LYALL LYNCHED by FRANK ANKENBRAND JR. AT SENLIS ONCE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN TO THE MEMORY OF A FRIEND WHO DIED ON SABBATH MORNING by ELIZABETH BOGART |