1 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.
2 One privilege my heart desires; O grant me an abode Among the churches of thy saints, The temples of my God!
3 There shall I offer my requests, And see thy beauty still, Shall hear thy messages of love, And there enquire thy will.
4 When troubles rise, and storms appear, There may his children hide: God has a strong pavilion where He makes my soul abide.
5 Now shall my head be lifted high Above my foes around, And songs of joy and victory Within thy temple sound.