Remember Me by John Newton

The thief who near the Saviour hung
(In death, how happy he!)
Was answered when his dying tongue
Said, "Lord, remember me."

My sins are not less black than those
Which brought Him to the tree:
No thought can give my heart repose,
But, Lord, remember me.

When Jesus died, death lost its sting,
Like the enraged bee.
And I may now address the King
With, Lord, remember me.

I take my pattern from the thief
I have no other plea
For I of sinners am the chief,
Then, Lord, remember me.

The Lamb upon His glorious throne
As newly slain I see
And trust He will not those disown
Who plead, remember me.

And when before Him face to face
I bow my thankful knee
In joyful strains I'll praise His grace
Who now remembers me.