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 threat'ning Guilt,
And raise my drooping Head.

4 [I cry'd, and from his holy Hill
He bowed 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 spight 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.