My God, how many are my fears?
How fast my foes increase
Conspiring my eternal death
They break my fleeting peace
The lying tempter would persuade
My heart to doubt Your aid
And all my swelling sins appear
Much greater than Your grace
Arise, O Lord, fulfill Your grace
While I Your glory sing;
My God has broke the serpent's teeth
And death has lost its sting
But You-my Glory and my Strength-
Will on my tempter tread
Will silence all my threatening gulit
And raise my drooping head
Arise, O Lord, fulfill Your grace while I Your glory sing
My God has broke the serpents teeth
And death has lost its sting
And though the hosts of death and hell
All armed against me stand
No more will terrors shake my soul;
Secure within Your hand
Arise, O Lord, fulfill Your grace while I your glory sing
My God has broke the serpent's teeth
And death has lost its sting