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.