<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=413061" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Psalm III: My God, How Many Are My Fears</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My God, how many are my fears!<br>How fast my foes increase!<br>Conspiring my eternal death,<br>They break my present peace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The lying tempter would persuade<br>There's no relief from heaven;<br>And all my swelling sins appear<br>Too big to be forgiven.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But thou, my glory and my strength,<br>Shall on the tempter tread,<br>Shall silence all my threat'ning guilt,<br>And raise my drooping head.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I cried, and from his holy hill<br>He bowed a list'ning ear;<br>I called my Father, and my God,<br>And He subdued my fear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He shed soft slumbers on mine eyes,<br>In spite of all my foes;<br>I woke, and wondered at the grace<br>That guarded my repose.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What through the hosts of death and hell<br>All armed against me stood,<br>Terrors no more shall shake my soul;<br>My refuge is my God.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Arise O Lord, fulfill thy grace,<br>While I thy glory sing;<br>My God has broke the serpent's teeth,<br>And death has lost his sting.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Salvation to the Lord belongs;<br>His arm alone can save:<br>Blessings attend thy people here,<br>And reach beyond the grave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Isaac+Watts">Isaac Watts</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=413061" data-title="Psalm III: My God, How Many Are My Fears de Isaac Watts" data-description="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 from heaven; And all my swelling sins appear Too big to be forgiven. But thou,..."></div> </div> </div>

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