1.In the hour of trial, Jesus, plead for me,Lest by base denial I depart from Thee;When Thou see’st 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.