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,--
Oh, 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 inquire 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.