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 Tow'r 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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First Line: | When overwhelm'd with Grief |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1740 |
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Topic: | God: our Defense and Salvation |
Notes: | Public Domain. |