In the hour of trial,
Jesus be with me,
Lest by base denial
I depart from thee,
When thou see'st me waver,
With a look recall,
Not for fear or favour
Suffer me to fall.

With forbidden pleasures
Would this vain world charm,
Or its sordid treasures
Spread to work we ham,
Bring to my remembrance
Sad Gethsemane,
Or, in darker semblance,
Cross-Crowned Calvary.

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.

When my last hour cometh,
Fraught with strife and pain,
when my dust returneth
to the dust again,
On thy truth relyıng,
Through that mortal strife
Jesus, take me, dying.
to eternal life.