O Holy Savior, Friend Unseen

O holy Sav­ior

friend un­seen

The faint

the weak on Thee may lean

Help me

through­out life’s va­ry­ing scene

By faith to cling to Thee.

Blessed 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

op­pressed

Here she has found her 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 to Thee.

Oft when I seem to read alone

Some bar­ren waste

with thorns o’er­grown

A voice of love

in gent­lest tone

Whispers

Still cling to Me.

Though faith and hope may long be tried

I ask not

need not aught be­side;

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.

Blessed is my lot

whate’er be­fall;

What can dis­turb me

who ap­pall

While as my strength

my rock

my all

All

Sav­ior

I cling to Thee!