In the hour of trial,
Father, strengthen me,
Lest by base denial
I depart from thee.
When thou see'st me waver,
With a touch 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,
By thy love sustaining,
Father, keep thy child,
All my foes restraining,
And my passions wild.

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!