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 appall, While, as my strength, my rock, my all, Saviour! I cling to Thee? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 41. YA HASIB by EDWIN ARNOLD THE RETURN OF THE BIRDS by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE LEGEND OF THE DEAD LAMBS by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON THE WANDERER: 1. IN ITALY: A CHAIN TO WEAR by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON EPITAPH ON A SUICIDE by ROBERT BURNS SUMMER by JENNIE COPPOCK CAFFREY |