287. 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.