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Isaac Watts - Psalm III: My God, How Many Are My Fears
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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 from heaven;
And all my swelling sins appear
      Too big to be forgiven.

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

I cried, and from his holy hill
      He bowed a list`ning 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 through 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.
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