My God, How Many Are My Fears

My God

how ma­ny are my fears!

How fast my foes in­crease!

Conspiring my eter­nal death

They break my pre­sent peace.

The ly­ing temp­ter would per­suade

There’s no re­lief in Heav’n;

And all my swell­ing sins ap­pear

Too big to be for­giv’n.

But Thou

my glo­ry and my strength

Shalt on the tempt­er tread

Shalt si­lence all my threat­en­ing guilt

And raise my droop­ing head.

I cried

and from His ho­ly hill

He bowed a list­en­ing ear;

I called my Fa­ther

and my God

And He sub­dued my fear.

He shed soft slum­bers on mine eyes

In spite of all my foes;

I woke

and won­dered at the grace

That guard­ed my re­pose.

What though the hosts of death and hell

All armed against me stood

Terrors no more shall shake my soul;

My re­fuge is my God.

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.

Salvation to the Lord be­longs;

His arm alone can save;

Blessings at­tend Thy peo­ple here

And reach be­yond the grave.