And the wrecked heart perceives how frail each power

It made a refuge, and believed a stay;

When man, all wild and weak is seen to be—

There’s none like Thee, O Lord! there’s none like Thee!

Thou in adversity canst be a sun;

Thou hast a healing balm, a sheltering tower,

The peace, the truth, the life, the love of One,

Nor wound, nor grief, nor storm can overpower

Gifts of a King; gifts, frequent and yet free,—

There’s none like Thee, O Lord! none, none like Thee!