Hymn 421
O Holy Saviour, Friend unseen
- 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.
- 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?
- 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.
- What though the world deceitful prove.
And earthly friends and joys remove,
With patient uncomplaining love,
Still would I cling I. Thee.
- Oft when I seem to tread alone
Some barren waste with thorns o'er grown,
A voice of love in gentlest tone
Whispers, "still cling to Me."
- Though faith and hope awhile be tried,
I ask not, need not, aught besides,
How safe, how calm, how satisfied?
The souls that cling to Thee!
- 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.
- 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 Tiiee.
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