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 heart's desire cries out in me
By the deep thunder of its want and woe
Cries out to thee.
Lord, thou art Life tho' 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.
Of course the Harold Darke setting of In the Bleak Midwinter is a classic -- even we Catholics sang that one for Midnight Mass (I'm encouraging our choir director to appropriate as much English music as possible!)