Lord, to whom except to Thee

Shall our wand’ring spirits go;

Thee Whom it is light to see,

And Eternal Life to know?

Awful is that Life of Thine

Which the Spirit’s Breath inspires;

And the food must be Divine

Which each new-born soul desires.

Israel on the Heavenly seed

Fed and died in days of yore;

But the souls that on Thee feed,

Never thirst or hunger more.

Lord to whom except to Thee

Shall we go when ills betide?

Who except Thyself can be

Hope and help and strength and guide?

Who can cleanse the soul from sin,

Hear the pray’r and seal the vow?

Who can fill the void within,

Blessed Saviour who but Thou?

Therefore evermore I’ll give

Laud and praise my Lord to Thee:

Evermore in Thee I live,

Evermore live Thou in me.