My God, how many are my fears! <br />How fast my foes increase! <br />Conspiring my eternal death, <br />They break my present peace. <br /> <br />The lying tempter would persuade <br />There's no relief from heaven; <br />And all my swelling sins appear <br />Too big to be forgiven. <br /> <br />But thou, my glory and my strength, <br />Shall on the tempter tread, <br />Shall silence all my threat'ning guilt, <br />And raise my drooping head. <br /> <br />I cried, and from his holy hill <br />He bowed a list'ning ear; <br />I called my Father, and my God, <br />And He subdued my fear. <br /> <br />He shed soft slumbers on mine eyes, <br />In spite of all my foes; <br />I woke, and wondered at the grace <br />That guarded my repose. <br /> <br />What through the hosts of death and hell <br />All armed against me stood, <br />Terrors no more shall shake my soul; <br />My refuge is my God. <br /> <br />Arise O Lord, fulfill thy grace, <br />While I thy glory sing; <br />My God has broke the serpent's teeth, <br />And death has lost his sting. <br /> <br />Salvation to the Lord belongs; <br />His arm alone can save: <br />Blessings attend thy people here, <br />And reach beyond the grave.<br /><br />Isaac Watts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/psalm-iii-my-god-how-many-are-my-fears/
