No Longer Of Him Be It Said,
“He Hath No Place To Lay His Head”;
In Every Land A Constant Lamp
Flames By His Small And Mighty Camp.

There Is No Strange And Distant Place
That Is Not Gladdened By His Face;
And Every Nation Kneels To Hail
The Splendor Shining Through Its Veil.

Imprisoned For His Love Of Me
He Makes My Spirit Greatly Free;
And Through My Lips That Uttered Sin
The King Of Glory Enters In.