1 My God, how many are my fears! How fast my foes increase! Conspiring my eternal death, They break my present peace.
2 The lying tempter would persuade There's no relief in heaven; And all my swelling sins appear Too big to be forgiven.
3 But thou, my glory and my strength, Shalt on the tempter tread, Shalt silence all my threatening guilt, And raise my drooping head.
4 [I cry'd, and from his holy hill He bow'd a listening 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 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, fulfil 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.