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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.
Blessed 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.
Far from our home, fatigued, oppressed,
In Thee we've found our place of rest
As strangers still, yet not unblest,
While we can cling to Thee.
Without a murmur we dismiss
Our former dreams of earthly bliss,
Our joy, our consolation 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.
Though faith and hope may long be tried,
I ask not, need not aught beside;
How safe, how calm, how satisfied,
The souls that cling to Thee!
Blessed is my lot, whate’er befall;
What can disturb me, who appall,
While as my Strength, my Rock, my All,
All, Saviour, I cling to Thee!
---Alternative verses---
O Holy Saviour, Friend unseen,
Since on Thine arm Thou bidst us lean,
Help me, throughout life’s varying scene,
By faith to cling to Thee.
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.
O Holy Saviour, Friend unseen,
Since on Thine arm Thou bid'st me lean,
Help me, throughout life's changing scene
By faith to cling to Thee.
Blessed 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.
Far from her home, fatigued, oppressed,
Here she has found her place of rest
An exile still, yet not unblest,
While she can cling to Thee.
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.
Though far from her home, fatigued, oppressed,
Here have I found a place of rest
An exile still, yet not unblest,
Because I cling to Thee.
Though faith and hope may long be tried,
We ask not, need not aught beside;
So safe, so calm, so satisfied,
The souls that cling to Thee!
Though faith and hope are often tried,
I ask not, need not, ought beside;
So safe, so calm, so satisfied,
The soul that clings to Thee.
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!”
What though the world deceitful prove,
And earthly friends and hopes remove!
With patient, uncomplaining love,
Still would we cling to Thee.
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.
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.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 8 8 6
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Dates:
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1834,1836
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Bible Refs:
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2 Co 4:18;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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| 1956 | # 287 | | 1981 | # 194 | | 1920 | # 494 | | 1881 | # 465 | | 1917 | # 164 | | 1866 | # 771 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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WISNER
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Meter:
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8 8 8 6
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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Key
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| # 353 | E |
ALTERNATIVE TUNES
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Name
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meter
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| 8 8 8 6 | | 8 8 8 6 |
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