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Lead me to the Rock, etc.
Psalm 61:2.
When overwhelmed with grief,
My heart within me dies,
Helpless, and far from all relief,
To heaven I lift mine 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’ll abide;
Thou art the tower of my defense,
The refuge where I hide.
Watts.