Safety in God. Ps. 46. 1; 61. 1-6; Prov. 18. 10

I. Watts                          S.M.        

When, overwhelmed with grief,
My heart within me dies,
Helpless and far from all relief,
To heaven I lift my 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’d 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.

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