Psalms, carefully suited to the Christian worship in the United States of America ‎#11

11. Doubts and fears suppressed; or, God our defence from Sin and Satan

1 My God, how many are my fears!
How fast my foes encrease!
Conspiring my eternal death,
They break my present peace.

2 Thy lying tempter would persuade
There's no relief in Heav'n,
And all my growing sins appear
Too great to be forgiv'n.

3 But thou, my glory, and my strength,
Shalt on the tempter tread,
Shalt silence all my threat'ning guilt,
And raise my drooping head.

[4 I cry'd, and from his holy hill
He bow'd a list'ning ear;
I call'd, my Father, and my God,
And he subdued my fear.

5 He shed soft slumbers on mine eyes,
In spite of all my foes;
I woke, and wonder'd at the grace
That guarded my repose.]

6 What though the hosts of Death and Hell
All arm'd, against me stood;
Terrors no more shall shake my soul:
My refuge is my God.

7 Arise, O Lord, fulfill thy grace,
While I thy glory sing:
My God has broke the serpent's teeth,
And Death has lost his sting.

8 Salvation to the Lord belongs,
His arm alone can save:
Blessings attend thy people here,
And reach beyond the grave.

Text Information

• First Line: My God, how many are my fears!
• Title: Doubts and fears suppressed; or, God our defence from Sin and Satan
• Meter: Common Metre
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1791
• Scripture:
  Psalm 3

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