Sunday Hymnary: Psalm 61 by Isaac Watts (psalter)

1 When, overwhelm’d with grief,
My heart within me dies,
Helpless, and far from all relief,
To heav’n 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 defence,
The refuge where I hide.

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

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