94 O Holy Savior!

1 O holy Savior! friend unseen,

Since on thine arm thou bid’st me lean,

Help me, throughout life’s changing scene,

By faith to cling to thee.

2 What though the world deceitful prove,

And earthly friends and joys remove?

With patient uncomplaining love,

Still I would cling to thee.

3 Though faith and hope a while be tried,

I ask not, need not aught beside:

How safe, how calm, how satisfied,

The souls that cling to thee.