Isaac Watts Psalm 3 CM

Psalms "Imitated in the Language of the New Testament"

Psalm 3

Words: Isaac Watts

See also Isaac Watts Psalm 3 LM

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.