O NOW, my soul, forget no more
   The Friend Who all your misery bore:
Let every idol be forgot,
But, O my soul, forget Him not.
2  Jesus for you a body takes,
Your guilt assumes, your fetters breaks,
Discharging all your dreadful debt;
And can you e’er such love forget?
3  Renounce your works and ways with grief,
And fly to this most sure relief;
Nor Him forget Who left His throne,
And for your life gave up His own.
4  Infinite Truth and mercy shine
In Him, and He Himself is thine:
And can you then, with sin beset,
Such matchless attributes forget?
5  Ah! no; till life itself depart,
His name shall cheer and warm my heart;
And, praising Him, from earth I’ll rise,
And join the chorus of the skies.
6  Ah! no; when all things else expire,
And perish in the general fire,
This name all others shall survive,
And through eternity shall live.
Krishna Pal, 1764-1822,
tr Joshua Marshman, 1768-1837