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.