I Cling to Thee | AdventAI

The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Michigan · Jan 12, 1864

"I Cling to Thee."

O HOLY Saviour! Friend unseen! Since on thine arm thou bidst me lean, Help me throughout life's varying scene; By faith I cling to thee.

Blest 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 her home, fatigued, oppressed, Here has she found her place of rest, An exile still, yet not unblessed, 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.

Though faith and hope may long be tried, I ask not, need not, aught beside; How safe, how calm, how satisfied, The soul that clings to thee.

They fear not Satan nor the grave; They feel thee near, and strong to save, Nor dread to cross e'en Jordan's 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?