None other Lamb, none other Name,

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 it 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.