Words: Joyce Kil­mer, 1918. Kil­mer is best known for his po­em “Trees.”

Music: Shel­ter­ing Wing, , 1883.

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.