(Part of a series singing through the hymnbook I grew up with: Great Hymns of the Faith)
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.
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-crown’d Calvary.
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, in dust and ashes, To the grave I sink,
While heav’ns glory flashes O’er the shelving brink,
On Thy truth relying Thru that mortal strife,
Lord, receive me, dying, To eternal life.