Remember, gentle Jesus, That I am the reason for Thy time on earth, Do not cast me out on that day. Seeking me, Thou didst sink down wearily, Thou hast saved me by enduring the cross, Such travail must not be in vain. I groan, like the sinner that I am, Guilt reddens my face, Oh God spare the supplicant. Thou, who pardoned Mary And heeded the thief, Hast given me hope as well. Give me a place among the sheep And separate me from the goats, Let me stand at Thy right hand. When the damned are cast away And consigned to the searing flames, Call me to be with the blessed. Bowed down in supplication I beg Thee, My heart as though ground to ashes: Help me in my last hour.
