In the Hour of Trial

In the hour of trial,

Jesus, plead for me;

Lest by base denial,

I depart from Thee.

When Thou see'st me waver,

With a look recall,

Nor for fear or favour

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 my last hour cometh,

Fraught with strife and pain,

When my dust returneth

To the dust again;

On Thy truth relying,

Through that mortal strife,

Jesus, take me, dying,

To eternal life.