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  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.

 3  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.