371 In the hour of trial,

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 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. 3 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. 4 When my last hour cometh, Fraught with strife and pain, When my dust returneth To the dust again; On Thy truth relying, Through that mortal strife, Jesus, take me, dying, To eternal life.