O thou, my soul, for­get no more
The friend who all thy mi­se­ry bore;
Let ev­ery id­ol be forgot,
But, O my soul, for­get Him not.

Jesus for thou a bo­dy takes,
Thy guilt as­sumes, thy fet­ters breaks,
Discharging all thy dread­ful debt;
And canst thou e’er such love forget?

Renounce thy works and ways, with grief,
And fly to this most sure re­lief;
Nor Him for­get, who left His throne,
And for thy life gave up His own.

Infinite truth and mer­cy shine,
In Him, and He Him­self is thine:
And canst thou, then, with sin b­eset,
Such charms, such match­less charms, for­get?

Ah! no—till life it­self depart,
His name shall cheer and warm my heart;
And lisp­ing this, from earth I’ll rise;
And join the chorus of the skies.

Ah! no—when all things else ex­pire,
And per­ish in the gen­er­al fire,
This name all othe­rs shall sur­vive,
And through eter­ni­ty shall live.