When, overwhelmed with grief
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When, overwhelmed with grief,My heart within me dies;Helpless, and far from all relief,To heaven I lift mine eyes.
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O, lead me to the Rock,That's high above my head;And make the covert of thy wingsMy shelter and my shade.
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Within thy presence, Lord,Forever I'll abide;Thou art the tower of my defense,The refuge where I hide.
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Thou givest me the lotOf those that fear thy name;If endless life be their reward,I shall possess the same.