In the hour of trial,
Jesus, plead for me,
Lest, by base denial,
I depart from Thee
When Thou seest me waver,
With a look recall,
Nor, for fear or favor,
Suffer me to fall.
With forbidden pleasures,
Would this vain world charm,
Or its sordid treasures,
Spread to work me harm;
Bring to my remembrance
Sad Gethsemane,
Or, in darker semblance,
Cross-crowned Calvary.
Should Thy mercy send me
Sorrow, toil and woe,
Or should pain attend me
On my path below,
Grant that I may never
Fail Thy hand to see;
Grant that I may ever
Cast my care on Thee.
When in dust and ashes,
To the grave I sink,
While heaven's glory flashes
O'er the shelving brink,
On Thy truth relying,
Through that mortal strife,
Lord, receive me, dying,
To eternal life.
