In the Hour of Trial
- 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-crown'd 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 heav'ns glory flashes o'er the shelving brink
On Thy truth relying thru that mortal strife,
Lord, receive me, dying, to eternal life.