v.1-6 S. M. Safety in God. 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. |