491 ~ 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.