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 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.