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