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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. |
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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. |
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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. |
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