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.

2 Blest with this fellowship divine,
Take what Thou wilt, I'll ne'er repine;
E'en as the branches to the vine,
My soul would cling to Thee.

3 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!

4 Blest is my lot, whate'er befall;
What can disturb me, who appall,
While as my Strength, my Rock, my All,
Saviour, I cling to Thee?

Amen.