In the hour of trial, Jesus, pray for me, Lest by base denial, I depart from Thee; When thou seest me waver, With a look recall Nor for fear or favour Suffer me to fall.

With its witching pleasures Would this vain world charm, Or its sordid treasures Spread to work me harm, Bring to my remembrance Said 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 offer'd up, Though the flesh 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.