O Holy Saviour, Friend Unseen
"Who is this that cometh up from the wilderness, Leaning upon her beloved?" - Song 8:5
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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'er grown,
A voice of love in gentlest tone
Whisper, "still cling to Me."
VERSE 6
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!
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.
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The Redeemed Hymnal - 4th Edition
The hymn book of the The Redeemed Christian Church of God
