No longer of Him be it said br 'He hath no place to lay His head.' br br In every land a constant lamp br Flames by His small and mighty camp. br br There is no strange and distant place br That is not gladdened by His face. br br And every nation kneels to hail br The Splendour shining through Its veil. br br Cloistered beside the shouting street, br Silent, He calls me to His feet. br br Imprisoned for His love of me br He makes my spirit greatly free. br br And through my lips that uttered sin br The King of Glory enters in.