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.
2
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.
3
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.