None other Lamb, none other Name,
None other Hope in heaven or earth or sea,
None other Hiding-place from guilt and shame,
None beside thee.
My faith burns low, my hope burns low;
Only my heart's desire cries out in me
By the deep thunder of its want and woe,
Cries out to thee.
Lord, thou art Life, tho' I be dead,
Love's Fire thou art, however cold I be:
Nor heaven have I, nor place to lay my head,
Nor home, but thee.