1. Hymn: O Holy Saviour! Friend unseen!

O Holy Saviour! Friend unseen!

Author: Charlotte Elliott
Tune: FLEMMING, by Friedrich F. Flemming
(Melody)

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, opprest,

Here she has found a place of rest;

An exile still, yet not unblest,

While she can cling to Thee.

Without a murmur I dismiss

My former dreams of earthly bliss;

My joy, my recompense be this,

Each hour to 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 o'ergrown,

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 e'en at death's dark wave;

Because they cling 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?