In the hour of trial
Jesus be with me,
Lest by base denial
I depart from Thee;
When Thou seest me waver,
With a look recall,
Nor, through fear nor favor,
Suffer me to fall.

With forbidden pleasures
Would this vain world charm,
Or with sordid treasures,
Spread to work me harm?
Bring to my remembrance
Sad Gethsemane,
Or, in darker semblance,
Cross-crowned Calvary.

Should Thy mercy send me
Sorrow, toil and woe,
Or should pan 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.