(From the Gospel Standard, (England))

Remember me, O Lord, when clouds surround
The place of thine abode, and all is drear;
When passions wild spread devastation round
And the o’erburdened conscience droops with fear.
E’en then, unholy and defiled with sin,
Unloving and unlovely though I be,
With slipping feet without, and guilt within,
Forsake me not. O Lord remember me!

Remember me, O Lord, when in the world
Amidst thy enemies my pathway lies;
When oaths and blasphemies around are hurl’d,
Help me toward thy throne to lift mine eyes.
Then do thou keep the portals of my lip,
Lest I, in trying to defend, dishonor thee –
Lest my unguarded tongue some word let slip,
At such a moment, Lord, remember me!

Remember me, O Lord, when in the church,
Among thy saints, as one of them I move;
Give me with diligence my hope to search,
Lest I a blot be in their feasts of love.
Keep me from judging harshly in the thing
That working in myself I often see;
Help me each knotty circumstance to bring
Before thy throne. O Lord, remember me!

Remember me, O lord, when worldlings smile,
When less of earthly sorrows press me down;
Let not their gilded baits my soul beguile,
But rather let me see the sinner’s frown.
When my unstable mind would look around,
And pause, and parley with the enemy,
Then let that word in solemn accents sound,
Within my inmost soul, Remember me!

Remember me, O Lord, when life and joy
From thy dear presence swells within my breast,
When thy sweet praise my willing thoughts employ,
When on my branch the heavenly dewdrops rest;
O then, lest Satan snatch that gift away,
A gift so highly prized, a gift so free,
Help me in spirit fervently to pray,
“Guard thine own work. O Lord, remember me!”

Remember me, O Lord, through all the way
Thy wisdom has design’d that I must tread.
And when my weary, sinful frame I lay,
While earth recedes, upon my dying bed,
When Death’s chill arms around this form are cast,
Still help me to prefer this only plea,
“Thou refuge of my soul, from first to last,
Jesus, my only hope, remember me!”

Author: B. M.
Camden Town, January 12, 1860

Signs of the Times Volume 28, Number 16; August 15, 1860

Below are the songs that were made from the poem using AI. They are identified
by the genre of the music in paranthesis.