Tuesday before Easter

Tree of Life! that, in the desert
Fasting, became angels' food
For those souls which from the Garden
Disobedience did exclude;
O, if in Thine hour of weakness
I my hidden strength can see.
When Thou comest in Thy kingdom.
Wilt Thou not remember me?

Crown'd with thorns, array'd in purple,
my Saviour! how divine
Art Thou in Thy robe of meekness
With that bleeding brow of Thine!
O, if through the scorn of others
My poor heart can loyal be.
When Thou comest in Thy kingdom,
Wilt Thou not remember me?

Saviour! when the world insults me,
I to Thee will turn instead.
See the mockers spit upon Thee,
Take the reed and smite Thy head;
O, if then my soul asham'd
For Thy sake can gentle be,
When Thou comest in Thy kingdom,
Wilt Thou not remember me?

Christ! the Rock from whence for thousands
Once the healing waters burst.
Now my wounded dying Saviour
Crying with parch'd lips, " I thirst:
O, if I, through faith, can only
Find my freshest springs in Thee,
When Thou comest in Thy kingdom.
Wilt Thou not remember me?