Hymn 427 - "Whom have we, Lord, but Thee,"

Whom have we, Lord, but Thee,

Soul thirst to satisfy?

Exhaustless spring!   The waters free!

All other streams are dry. 

Our hearts by Thee are set

On brighter things above;

Strange that we ever should forget

Thine own most faithful love!

Our portion faileth not,

For Thou dost give as God;

Secure in Thee our happy lot

Through the redeeming blood.

None like the ransomed host

That precious blood have known;

Redemption gives faith's holy boast

To draw so near the throne. 

Higher and higher yet,

In Thee, through blood, made nigh;

We taste the love that knows no let,

And "Abba, Father!" cry.