None other Lamb, none other Name,

None other hope in heav'n 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.