Upon the hill where Jesus died
A thief was plac’d on either side,
Each nail’d upon a tree.
The one revil’d Christ’s name in death,
The other cried, with dying breath,
“O Lord! remember me.”
The Saviour heard the poor thief’s prayer,
And promis’d he would take him where
Our God and angels dwell.
Alas! his life was spent in sin: