_Forget_ me not! _Forget_ me not! The record of Thy will doth say, Revealing Thee in glory’s ray, On Sinai’s mount with justice crowned, Throwing Thy awful thunders round, But most, when pitying the hard lot Of man, Thy Son rejoiced to die Upon the mount of Calvary, Thy voice was heard--_Forget_ me not! _Forget_ us not! _Forget_ us not! In that dread hour when tyrant death Shall gripe this form and stop its breath; Oh! in each struggling throe, that clay Feels when the soul is wrenched away, And it is left for earth to rot, Look down in mercy--Lord, be nigh, To curb the dying agony; We are but dust--_Forget_ us not! _William Martin._ FORGIVENESS. To the Lord our God belong mercies and _forgivenesses_, though we have rebelled against him.--Daniel, ix. 9. When ye stand praying, _forgive_, if ye have ought against any: that your Father also which is in heaven may _forgive_ you your trespasses. But if ye do not _forgive_, neither will your Father which is in heaven _forgive_ your trespasses.--Mark, xi. 25, 26. When they were come to the place, which is called Calvary, there they crucified him, and the malefactors, one on the right hand, and the other on the left. Then said Jesus, Father, _forgive_ them; for they know not what they do.--Luke, xxiii. 33, 34. Be ye kind one to another, tender-hearted, _forgiving_ one another, even as God for Christ’s sake hath _forgiven_ you.--Ephesians, iv. 32. Though in the secret paths of sin I trod, Yet do not quite forsake me, O my God! ’Tis Thou alone canst ease me of my pain, Thy healing hand can wash out every stain, Can cleanse my soul, and make the leper clean. Speak, love divine, and bid the suppliant live, Oh, let mine ear but hail the word, “_Forgive!_” _Daniel._ _Forgive_ thy foe;--nor that alone, His evil deed with good repay; Fill those with joy who leave thee none And kiss the hand upraised to slay. _From the Persian._ Good nature and good sense must ever join; To err is human, to _forgive_ divine. _Pope._ Great souls _forgive_ not injuries till time Has put their enemies into their power, That they may show _forgiveness_ in their own. _Dryden._ My foemen, Lord, are fierce and fell, They spurn me in their pride; They render evil for my good, My patience they deride. Arise, O King! and be the proud To righteous ruin driven!-- “_Forgive!_” an awful answer came, “As thou would’st be _forgiven_.” _Heber._ O thou unknown, Almighty cause Of all my hope and fear! In whose dread presence, ere an hour, Perhaps I must appear!