1. Remember this, poor mortal slave,
What shall I to you say:
Your mortal body is the Lord's;
Give glory to his name.
2. The God of glory does come down,
To save your earthly soul;
Poor mortal slaves receive the crown,
Which Christ has won in full.
3. His own soft hand shall wipe the tears
From all your weeping eyes;
Your pains and griefs, and groans, and fears,
And death itself shall die.
4. How long, dear Savior, oh how long
Shall this bright hour delay?
Fly swifter round, you wheels of time,
And bring the welcome day.
5. I thank my God, my Advocate,
That undertook my cause,
Made slaves the partners of his throne,
Although they all were lost.
Source: Hymns and Devotions for Daily Worship (African American Edition) #50b