Tune: New Britain "Amazing Grace" CM
1 O LORD, how are my foes increased!
Against me many rise.
2 How many say, "In vain for help
He on his God relies!"
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3 You are my shield and glory, LORD;
You lifted up my head.
4 I cried out,"LORD!" and from His hill
To me His answer sped.
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5 I lay down, slept, and woke again --
The LORD is keeping me.
6 I will not fear ten thousand men
Entrenched surrounding me.
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7 Arise, O LORD! Save me, my God!
You punish all my foes.
You smite the face of wicked men,
Their teeth break with your blows.
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8 Deliverance is from the LORD,
Salvation His alone!
O let Your blessing evermore
Be on Your people shown.
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1 comment:
Here is Isaac Watts paraphrase in CM.
My God, how many are my fears!
How fast my foes increase!
Conspiring my eternal death,
They break my present peace.
The lying tempter would persuade
There's no relief in heav'n;
And all my swelling sins appear
Too big to be forgiv'n.
But thou, my glory and my strength,
Shalt on the tempter tread,
Shalt silence all my threatening guilt,
And raise my drooping head.
[I cried, and from his holy hill
He bowed a listening ear;
I called my Father, and my God,
And he subdued my fear.
He shed soft slumbers on mine eyes,
In spite of all my foes;
I woke, and wondered at the grace
That guarded my repose.]
What though the hosts of death and hell
All armed against me stood,
Terrors no more shall shake my soul;
My refuge is my God.
Arise, O Lord, fulfil thy grace,
While I thy glory sing;
My God has broke the serpent's teeth,
And death has lost his sting.
Salvation to the Lord belongs;
His arm alone can save:
Blessings attend thy people here,
And reach beyond the grave.
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