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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.
2  Far from my home, fatigued, oppressed,
Here have I found a place of rest;
An exile still, yet not unblest,
    While I can cling to Thee.
3  What though the world deceitful prove,
And earthly friends and joys remove?
With patient uncomplaining love
    Still would I cling to Thee.
4  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!
5  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.
6  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?
Charlotte Elliott, 1789-1871