180. Whom Have We, Lord, but Thee

S.M.
by Mary Bowley
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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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Yet oft we credit not
 
He freely gives as God,
 
Though well we know our happy lot
 
In trusting to His 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!
 
Pleading that same lifeblood;
 
We taste the love that knows no let,
 
Of Abba, as of God.