Hymn Selection

427

S.M.


1
WHOM have we, Lord, but Thee,
Soul thirst to satisfy?
Exhaustless spring! The waters free!
All other streams are dry.
2
Our hearts by Thee are set
On brighter things above;
Strange that we ever should forget
Thine own most faithful love!
3
Our portion faileth not,
For Thou dost give as God;
Secure in Thee our happy lot
Through the redeeming blood.
4
None like the ransomed host
That precious blood have known;
Redemption gives faith's holy boast
To draw so near the throne.
5
Higher and higher yet,
In Thee, through blood, made nigh;
We taste the love that knows no let,
And "Abba, Father!" cry.

Miss M. Bowley*

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