Hour of Trial

Cindy provided some additional background information regarding James Mongomery in her comment this morning. I spent some time researching James Montgomery and came across some other poems of his. I especially enjoyed this one:

In the Hour of Trial

— James Montgomery

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 forbidden 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.

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 relying, through that mortal strife,
Jesus, take me, dying, to eternal life.

And then there is this single line from his poem “At Home in Heaven” that I find simply powerful:

Yet nightly pitch my moving tent,
A day’s march nearer home.

With that, good night!