When, Overwhelmed with Grief

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.