180. Whom Have We, Lord, but Thee
S.M.
by Mary Bowley
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Whom have we, Lord, but Thee,
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.
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.
Pleading that same lifeblood;
We taste the love that knows no let,