My God, How Many Are My Fears!

My God how ma-ny are my fears! How fast my foes in-crease! Con-spi-ring my e-ter-nal death, They break my pre-sent peace. The ly-ing temp-ter would per-suade There's no re-lief in heaven; And all my swell-ing sins ap-pear Too big to be for-given. But Thou, my glo-ry and my strength, Shalt on the temp-ter tread, Shalt si-lence all my threat-ening guilt, And raise my droop-ing head. I cried, and from His ho-ly hill He bowed a listen-ing ear, I called my Fa-ther, and my God, And He sub-dued my fear. He shed soft slum-bers on mine eyes, In spite of all my foes; I woke, and won-dered at the grace That guard-ed my re-pose. What though the hosts of death and hell All armed a-gainst me stood, Ter-rors no more shall shake my soul, My ref-uge is my God. A-rise, O Lord, ful-fill Thy grace, While I Thy glo-ry sing: My God hath broke the ser-pent's teeth, And death hath lost its sting. Sal-va-tion to the Lord be-longs, His arm a-lone can save: Bles-sings at-tend Thy peo-ple here, And reach be-yond the grave.