| Song | O Holy Saviour Friend Unseen |
| Album | Pentecostal And Apostolic Hymns 2 |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
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| Tags | O Holy Saviour Friend Unseen |
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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.
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?
Far From Her Home, Fatigued, Oppress,
Here She Has Found A Place Of Rest;
An Exile Still, Yet Not Noblest,
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 Tread Alone
Some Barren Waste With Thorns Overgrown,
A Voice Of Love In Gentlest Tone
Whispers, Still Cling To Me.
Though Faith And Hope Awhile 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 Even At Death’s Dark Wave,
Because They Cling To Thee.
Blest Is My Lot Whatever Befall:
What Can Disturb Me, Who Appal,
While, As My Strength, My Rock, My All,
Saviour, I Cling To Thee?
