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8s & 6s.
The unseen Friend.
O holy Saviour! Friend unseen,
Since on thine arm thou bidd’st me lean,
Help me, throughout life’s changing scene,
By faith to cling to thee!
2 Blest with this fellowship divine,
Take what thou wilt, I’ll not repine;
For, as the branches to the vine,
My soul would cling to thee.
3 Though far from home, fatigued, oppressed,
Here have I found a place of rest;
An exile still, yet not unblest,
Because I cling to thee.
4 What though the world deceitful prove,
And earthly friends and hopes remove;
With patient, uncomplaining love,
Still would I cling to thee.
5 Though oft I seem to tread alone
Life’s dreary waste, with thorns o’ergrown,
Thy voice of love in gentlest tone,
Still whispers, “Cling to me!”
6 Though faith and hope are often tried,
I ask not, need not aught beside;
So safe, so calm, so satisfied,
The soul that clings to thee!