When ov­er­whelmed with grief
My heart with­in me dies,
Helpless and far from all re­lief,
To Heav’n I lift mine eyes.

O lead me to the rock
That’s high ab­ove my head
And make the co­vert of Thy wings
My shel­ter and my shade.

Within Thy pre­sence, Lord,
For ev­er I’ll abide;
Thou art the tow­er of my de­fense,
The re­fuge where I hide.

Thou giv­est me the lot
Of those that fear Thy name;
If end­less life be their re­ward,
I shall pos­sess the same.