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 favour 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-crown’d Calvary.
If with sore affliction Thou in love chastise, Pour thy benediction On the sacrifice: Then upon thine altar Freely offered up, Though the faith may falter, Faith shall drink the cup.
When in dust and ashes To the grave I sink, While heaven's glory flashes O'er the shelving brink, On Thy truth relying, Through that mortal strife, Lord, receive me, dying, To eternal life. Amin.