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<title>BLB Hymns</title>
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<h2>O HOLY SAVIOR, FRIEND UNSEEN</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“We fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen.” 2 Corinthians 4:18</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_e_l_elliott_c.jpg" alt="Charlotte Elliott (1789-1871)" width="108" height="162.666666666667"></td>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_e_l_elliott_c.html" target="_blank">Charlotte Elliott</a>, 1834, 1836.
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Flemming,” Friedrich Ferdinand Flemming, 1811 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_f_l_flemming.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<li>“Derry,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_d_y_dykes_jb.html" target="_blank">John Bacchus Dykes</a>, 1875 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_d_derry.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p>O holy Savior, Friend unseen,<br>
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The faint, the weak on Thee may lean,<br>
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Help me, throughout life’s varying scene,<br>
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By faith to cling to Thee.</p>
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<p>Blessed with this fellowship divine,<br>
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Take what Thou wilt, I’ll ne’er repine;<br>
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E’en as the branches to the vine,<br>
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My soul would cling to Thee.</p>
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<p>Far from her home, fatigued, oppressed,<br>
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Here she has found her place of rest<br>
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An exile still, yet not unblest,<br>
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While she can cling to Thee.</p>
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<p>What though the world deceitful prove,<br>
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And earthly friends and joys remove,<br>
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With patient, uncomplaining love<br>
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Still would I cling to Thee.</p>
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<p>Though faith and hope may long be tried,<br>
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I ask not, need not aught beside;<br>
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How safe, how calm, how satisfied,<br>
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The souls that cling to Thee!</p>
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<p>Blessed is my lot, whate’er befall;<br>
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What can disturb me, who appall,<br>
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While as my Strength, my Rock, my All,<br>
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All, Savior, I cling to Thee!</p>
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