When, overwhelm'd 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 defence,

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.