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The Psalms of David · Psalm 61

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.