My Maker is my guiding light, And my salvation too; God is my strength: How can I fear What all my foes can do? One privilege my heart desires: welcome and safe abode within the company of saints - the temple of my God! If friends and kindred near and dear leave me in want to die , your love shall reach and heal me there and all my need supply. There shall I offer my requests, And see your beauty still; shall hear your messages of love, And there discern your will. *When troubles rise, and storms appear, I shall in safety hide. Among the kindness of your friends I shall in hope abide. I would have died with pain and grief had not my soul believed that you would soon provide relief - Nor was my hope deceived. Now shall my head be lifted high above my foes around, and songs of victory and joy I'll in your temple sound. The prayers and vows of all your saints, keeping our courage up, shall raise our spirit when it faints, and far exceed our hope! * May be omitted