Holy thoughts in song

In the hour of trial,

Jesus, plead for me

lest by base denial

I unworthy be.

When you see me waver,

with a look recall,

nor for fear or favor

ever let me fall.

With forbidden pleasures

should this vain world charm

or its tempting treasures

spread to work me harm,

bring to my remembrance

sad Gethsemane

or, in darker semblance,

cross-crowned Calvary.

Should your mercy send me

sorrow, toil, and woe,

or should pain attend me

on my path below,

grant that I may never

fail your cross to view;

grant that I may ever

cast my care on you.

When my life is ending,

though in grief or pain,

when my body changes

back to dust again,

on your truth relying,

through that mortal strife,

Jesus, take me, dying,

to eternal life.