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, though 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.