Fifth Sunday after Trinity

Lord, to whom except to Thee
Shall our wand'ring spirits go?
Thee Whom it is light to see.
And eternal life to know.

Though Thy dread mysterious word
Hard to human sense may prove,
Where can deeper truth be heard,
Dropt from purer lips of love?

Awful is that life of Thine
Which the Spirit's breath inspires.
And the food must be divine,
Which each new-bom soul desires.

Israel on the heavenly seed
Fed and died in days of yore,
But the souls, that on Thee feed.
Never thirst nor hunger more.

Lord, to whom except to Thee
Shall we go when ills betide?
Who, except Thyself, can be
Hope, and help, and strength, and guide?

Who can prove what Thou hast proved?
Who can win what Thou hast won?
Who can love as Thou hast loved?
Who can do as Thou hast done?

Who can cleanse the soul fi-om sin.
Hear the prayer, and seal the vow?
Who can fill the void within.
Blessed Saviour! who, hut Thou?

Therefore evermore I'll give
Laud and praise, my God! to Thee,
Evermore in Thee I live.
Evermore live Thou in me.