In The Hour Of Trial
Artist: Church of Monett
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 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-crowned Calvary.

If with sore affliction Thou in love chastise,
Pour Thy benediction on the sacrifice;
Then, upon Thine altar freely offered up,
Tho’ the flesh may falter, Faith shall drink the cup.

When in dust and ashes to the grave I sink,
While heav’n’s glory flashes o’er the shelving brink,
On Thy truth relying, through that mortal strife,
Lord, receive me, dying, to eternal life.