In the hour of trial,

Jesus, pray for me,

Lest by base denial

I depart from Thee,

When Thou seest me waver,

With a look recall,

Nor, for fear or favour,

Suffer me to fail.

With its witching 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’s Calvary.

If with sore affliction

Thou in love chastise,

Pour Thy benediction

On the sacrifice;

Then, upon Thine altar

Freely offered up,

Though the flesh may falter,

Faith shall drink the cup.

When in dust and ashes

To the grave I sink,

While Heav’ns glory flashes

O’er the shelving brink,

On Thy truth relying

Through that mortal strife,

Lord, receive me, dying,

To eternal life.