The Lord of Glory Is My Light

The Lord of glo­ry is my light

And my sal­va­tion

too;

God is my strength

nor will I fear

What all my foes can do.

One pri­vi­lege my heart de­sires;

O grant me an ab­ode

Among the church­es of Thy saints

The tem­ples of my God!

There shall I of­fer my re­quests

And see Thy beau­ty still

Shall hear Thy mes­sag­es of love

And there in­quire Thy will.

When trou­bles rise

and storms ap­pear

There may His child­ren hide;

God has a strong pa­vil­ion where

He makes my soul ab­ide.

Now shall my head be lift­ed high

Above my foes around

And songs of joy and vic­to­ry

Within Thy tem­ple sound.