In the hour of trial, Jesus, plead for me, <br />Lest by base denial I depart from Thee. <br />When Thou seest me waver, with a look recall, <br />Nor for fear or favor suffer me to fall. <br /> <br />With forbidden pleasures would this vain world charm, <br />Or its sordid treasures spread to work me harm, <br />Bring to my remembrance sad Gethsemane, <br />Or, in darker semblance, cross-crowned Calvary. <br /> <br />Should Thy mercy send me sorrow, toil and woe, <br />Or should pain attend me on my path below, <br />Grant that I may never fail Thy hand to see; <br />Grant that I may ever cast my care on Thee. <br /> <br />When my last hour cometh, fraught with strife and pain, <br />When my dust returneth to the dust again, <br />On Thy truth relying, through that mortal strife, <br />Jesus, take me, dying, to eternal life.<br /><br />James Montgomery<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-hour-of-trial/
