To you I cling for shelter
Psalm 71

1 To you I cling for shelter:

don't leave me in disgrace,

but come yourself to rescue me,

my rock, my hiding-place.

I praise you, Lord my helper,

my hope securely set

from childhood to advancing years

on you, my refuge yet.

2 And so, when I am aging

do not withdraw your care,

for taunts that you've forsaken me

would drive me to despair.

But hasten, Lord, to comfort,

and let me feel you near,

in times of trial my safe retreat

from hurt, and shame, and fear.

3 Lord, help me stay expectant,

let others hear my praise 

as I relate your grace to me,

the wonder of your ways;

assured that every promise

you will at length fulfil -

through all the highs and lows of life

my certain refuge still.

4 Your truth and love reach heaven -

who else is there like you?

And who like Christ, who died to save

and give us life anew?

With joy we sing your praises,

forgiven and restored;

from first to last how good you are -

our only refuge, Lord!