O Holy Saviour, Friend unseen,

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    CGS No.: 
    491

    Verse 1
    O Holy Saviour, Friend unseen,
    The faint, the weak on Thee may lean:
    Help me, throughout life's varying scene,
    By faith to cling to Thee.

    Verse 2
    Blest with communion so divine,
    Take what Thou wilt, shall I repine,
    When, as the branches to the vine,
    My soul may cling to Thee?

    Verse 3
    Far from her home, fatigued, opprest,
    Here she has found a place of rest;
    An exile still, yet not unblest,
    While she can cling to Thee.

    Verse 4
    What though the world deceitful prove,
    And earthly friends and joys remove,
    With patient uncomplaining love,
    Still would I cling to Thee

    Verse 5
    Oft when I seem to tread alone
    Some barren waste with thorns o'ergrown,
    A Voice of love in gentlest tone
    Whispers, `Still cling to Me.`

    Verse 6
    Though faith and hope awhile be tried,
    I ask not, need not, aught beside;
    How safe, how calm, how satisfied,
    The souls that cling to Thee!

    Verse 7
    They fear not life's rough storms to brave,
    Since Thou art near and strong to save;
    Nor shudder e'en at death's dark wave,
    Because they cling to Thee.

    Verse 8
    Blest is my lot whate'er befall:
    What can disturb me, who appal,
    While, as my strength, my rock, my all,
    Saviour, I cling to Thee?