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 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-crowned 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’n’s glory flash­es

O’er the shelv­ing brink

On Thy truth re­ly­ing

Through that mor­tal strife

Lord

re­ceive me

dy­ing

To eter­nal life.