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 hearts desire cries out in me
By the deep thunder of its want and woe
Cries out to Thee.
Lord, Thou are Life tho I be dead,
Loves Fire Thou are, however cold I be:
Nor heaven have I, nor place to lay my head,
Nor home, but Thee.
Christina G. Rossetti