Hymn 427 — Whom have we, Lord, but Thee,
| 427 | MISS M. BOWLY (1813-1856) Adapted | S.M. |
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Whom have we, Lord, but Thee, Soul thirst to satisfy? Exhaustless spring! The waters free! All other streams are dry. | |
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Our hearts by Thee are set On brighter things above; Strange that we ever should forget thine own most faithful love! | |
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Our portion faileth not, For Thou dost give as God; Secure in thee our happy lot Through the redeeming blood. | |
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None like the ransomed host That precious blood have known; Redemption gives faith's holy boast To draw so near the throne. | |
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Higher and higher yet, In Thee, through blood, made nigh; We taste the love that knows no let, And "Abba, Father!" cry. | |