I.

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

Sad 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.