Verse 1
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.
Verse 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.
Verse 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.