O holy Saviour! Friend unseen,

Since on thine arm thou bidd’st me lean,

Help me, throughout life’s changing scene,

By faith to cling to thee!

2 Blest with this fellowship divine,

Take what thou wilt, I’ll not repine;

For, as the branches to the vine,

My soul would cling to thee.

3 Though far from home, fatigued, oppressed,

Here have I found a place of rest;

An exile still, yet not unblest,

Because I cling to thee.

4 What though the world deceitful prove,

And earthly friends and hopes remove;

With patient, uncomplaining love,

Still would I cling to thee.

5 Though oft I seem to tread alone

Life’s dreary waste, with thorns o’ergrown,

Thy voice of love in gentlest tone,

Still whispers, “Cling to me!”

6 Though faith and hope are often tried,

I ask not, need not aught beside;

So safe, so calm, so satisfied,

The soul that clings to thee!