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.

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 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.