61Psalm 61SM
    WHEN overwhelmed with grief,
   My heart in sorrow lies,
Helpless, and far from all relief:
    To Heaven I lift mine eyes.
2      O lead me to the Rock
    Of gracious, kindly aid;
And make the covert of Thy wings
    My shelter and my shade.
3      Within Thy presence, Lord,
    For ever I’ll abide;
Thou mighty tower of my defence,
    The refuge where I hide.
4      With all who fear Thy name,
    My heritage is sure;
An undeserved and blessèd life
    In Heaven for evermore.
Isaac Watts, 1674-1748