Dr. Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David ‎#9

9. My God, how many are my fears!

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 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 this 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 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!
• Meter: C. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1790
• Scripture:
  Psalm 3

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