1 My God, how many are my fears?
How fast my foes increase?
Conspiring my eternal death,
They break my present peace.
2 Thy lying tempter would persuade
There's no relief in Heaven,
And all my growing sins appear
Too great to be forgiven.
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 subdu'd 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 tho' 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, fulfil thy grace,
While I in 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.
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First Line: | My God, how many are my fears? |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1789 |
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