8.8.8.6. sung to Flemming 1 O HOLY Saviour, Friend unseen, Since on Thine arm Thou bid'st us lean, Help us throughout life's changing scene By faith to cling to Thee. 2 When far from home, fatigued, oppressed, In Thee we found our place of rest; As exiles still, yet richly blest, We cling, O Lord, to Thee. 3 What though the world deceitful prove, And earthly friends and hopes remove! With patient, uncomplaining love, Still would we cling to Thee. 4 Though faith and hope are often tried, We ask not, need not, ought beside; So safe, so calm, so satisfied, The soul that clings to Thee. 5 Blest is our lot, whate'er befall; What can disturb or who appal? Thou art our strength, our rock, our all, Saviour, we cling to Thee. |