1. 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.
2. 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.
3. 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.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #4578
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|The Cyber Hymnal #4578||No Longer of Him Be It Said||No longer of Him be it said||SHELTERING WING||Joyce Kilmer||LM|