Hymn 371 - 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-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.

When my last hour cometh,

Fraught with strife and pain,

When my dust returneth

To the dust again,

On Thy trust relying,

Through that mortal strife,

Lord, receive me, dying,

To eternal life.