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.