645. C. M. Watts.

The Same.

1The Lord of Glory is my Light,

And my Salvation too:

God is my strength, nor will I fear

What all my foes can do.

2One privilege my heart desires--

Oh grant me an abode

Among the churches of thy saints,

The temples of my God!

3There shall I offer my requests,

And see thy beauty still;

Shall hear thy messages of love,

And there inquire thy will.

4When troubles rise and storms appear,

There may his children hide:

God has a strong pavilion, where

He makes my soul abide.

5Now shall my head be lifted high

Above my foes around,

And songs of joy and victory

Within thy temple sound.

The Same.

1To Thee, my God and Saviour,

My soul exulting sings;

Rejoicing in thy favor,

Almighty King of kings!

I'll celebrate thy glory

With all thy saints above.

And tell the joyful story

Of thy redeeming love.

2Soon as the morn with roses

Bedecks the dewy east,

And when the sun reposes

Upon the ocean's breast;

My voice in supplication,

My Saviour, thou shalt hear:

O grant me thy salvation,

And to my soul draw near.

3Thy gracious love possessing

In all my pilgrim road,

My soul shall feel thy blessing

In thy divine abode.

There bowing down before thee,

My every conflict o'er,

My spirit shall adore thee,

Forever, evermore.