Clinging to Thee

O Holy Saviour, Friend unseen,

Since on Thine arm Thou bidd'st me lean,

Help me throughout life's varying scene,

By faith to cling to Thee.

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.

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.

Though faith and hope may long be tried,

I ask not, need not aught beside;

How safe, how calm, how satisfied,

The souls that clings 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 Thee?

Amen.