1 

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.

 2 

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.

 3 

When the last hour cometh,

   Fraught with strife and pain,

When Thou, Lord, returneth

   To the earth again;

On Thy truth relying

   As that hour draws near,

Jesus, take me, waiting,

   To Thy presence dear.