When, overwhelmed with grief,
by Isaac Watts·1814·Meter 6.6.8.6 (SM)
Based on Ps 46:1; Prov 18:10
1
When, overwhelmed with grief,
My heart within me dies,
Helpless and far from all relief,
To heaven I lift my 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'd 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.