1 O Holy Saviour, Friend unseen,
Since on Thine arm Thou bidds't me lean,
Help me, thro'out 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 What tho' the world deceitful prove,
And earthly friends and joys remove,
With patient, uncomplaining love
Still would I 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?