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