Psalms ‎#3a

3a. Doubts and Fears suppressed; or God our Defence from Sin and Satan

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'ening guilt,
And raise my drooping head.

4 [I cry'd, and from the 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?
• Title: Doubts and Fears suppressed; or God our Defence from Sin and Satan
• Meter: Common Metre
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1793
• Scripture:
  Psalm 3
• Notes: Public Domain.

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