Luke_2-11: For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.
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.
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
A Voice Of Love In Gentlest Tone Whispers,
“Still Cling To Me.”
Though Faith And Hope Awhile Be…
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