Yes, there were the words.

"Glory for me!" "Glory for me!" Did that mean her?
Was there glory for her anywhere in the world?
She sighed with the joy of the possibility, as the "Glory Song" rolled along, led by the enthusiasm of one who had recently come from a big city where it had been sung in a great revival service.

Some kind friend had given some copies of a leaflet containing it and a few other new songs to this little handful of Christians, and they were singing them as if they had been a thousand strong.
The singing ceased and the man at the big desk said, "Let us have the verses." "'The eternal God is thy refuge, and underneath are the everlasting arms,'" said a careworn woman in the front seat.
"'He shall cover thee with his feathers, and under his wings shalt thou trust,'" said a young man next.
"'In the time of trouble he shall hide me in his pavilion; in the secret of his tabernacle shall he hide me,'" read the girl who had handed the book.

The slip of paper she had written it on fluttered to the floor at the feet of the stranger, and the stranger stooped and picked it up, offering it back; but the other girl shook her head, and the stranger kept it, looking wonderingly at the words, trying to puzzle out a meaning.
There were other verses repeated, but just then a sound smote upon the girl's ear which deadened all others.

In spite of herself she began to tremble.