Psalm 61, Song 2

1 Hail, gracious source of every good,
Our Saviour and defence,
Thou art our glory and our shield,
Our help and confidence.

2 When anxious fears disturb the breast,When threatening foes are nigh,
To Thee we pour our deep complaint,
To Thee for succour fly.

3 Blest tower of strength, exalted rock,
Whence living waters flow,
Jesus our Lord, the only hope
Of fallen man below.

4 To Thee we heavy laden come,
To Thee our sorrows bring;
Oh hear! and save us from the storm,
Beneath Thy sheltering wing.