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 heav'n have I, nor place to lay my head,
Nor home, but thee.
Christina G. Rossetti, before 1893
Tune: Rossetti, William Jeater, 1907