When overwhelmed with grief,

My heart within me dies,

Helpless, and far from all relief,

To heaven I lift mine eyes.

2 O lead me to the Rock

That’s high above my head,

And make the covert of thy wings

My shelter and my shade.

3 Within thy presence, Lord,

For ever I’ll abide;

Thou art the tower of my defense,

The refuge where I hide.