Text Based On Luke Chapter 9
And Jesus said unto him, Foxes have
holes, and birds of the air have nests;
but the Son of man hath not where to lay
his head.

He Hath No Place To Lay His Head

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.