J. S. B. Monsell

LORD, to whom except to Thee

Shall our wandering spirits go;

Thee whom it is light to see,

And eternal life to know?

Awful is that life of Thine

Which the Spirit’s breath inspires;

And the food must be divine

Which each newborn soul desires.


Israel on the heavenly seed

Fed and died in days of yore;

But the souls, that on Thee feed,

Never thirst nor hunger more.

Lord, to whom except to Thee

Shall we go when ills betide?

Who except Thyself can be

Hope and help and strength and guide?


Who can cleanse the soul from sin,

Hear the prayer, and seal the vow?

Who can fill the void within,

Blessed Saviour, who but Thou?

Therefore evermore I’ll give

Laud and praise, my God, to Thee;

Evermore in Thee I live,

Evermore live Thou in me.


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