Words: Isaac Watts
Note: there is also a Long Metre version on this page
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 from heaven; And all my swelling sins appear Too big to be forgiven. 3 But thou, my glory and my strength, Shall on the tempter tread, Shall silence all my threat'ning guilt, And raise my drooping head. 4 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. 5 He shed soft slumbers on mine eyes, In spite of all my foes; I woke, and wondered at the grace That guarded my repose. 6 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. 7 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. 8 Salvation to the Lord belongs; His arm alone can save: Blessings attend thy people here, And reach beyond the grave.
Verses 1-5, 8, A Morning Psalm 1 O Lord how many are my foes, In this weak state of flesh and blood! My peace they daily discompose, But my defense and hope is God. 2 Tired with the burdens of the day, To thee I raised an evening cry: Thou heard when I began to pray, And thine almighty help was nigh. 3 Supported by thine heavnly aid, I laid me down and slept secure: Not death should make my heart afraid, Though I should wake and rise no more. 4 But God sustained me all the night: Salvation does to God belong; He raised my head to see the light, And make His praise my morning song.