Sojourn - Death has lost its sting

My G^Gmod, how many a^Cmre my fears How f^Gmast my foes inc^D7rease Consp^Gmiring my et^Cmernal death They b^Bbreak my fl^D7eeting p^Gmeace

The l^Gmying tempter w^Cmould persuade My h^Gmeart to doubt your ^D7aid And a^Gmll my swelling s^Cmins appear Much g^Gmreater t^D7han your g^Gmrace

Ar^Bbise, Oh Lord, fulf^D7ill your g^Gmrace W^Bbhile I your glory s^D7ing; My G^Ebod has broke the s^Cmerpentʼs te^Gmeth ^BbAnd death has lo^D7st his s^Gmting

But y^Gmou my glory a^Cmnd my strength Will ^Gmon my tempter t^D7read Will s^Gmilence all my th^Cmreatening guilt And r^Bbaise my dr^D7ooping h^Gmead.

And th^Ebough the hosts of d^D7eath and hell All a^Gmrmed against me st^Cand No m^Gmore will terrors sh^Cmake my soul; S^Bbecure wit^D7hin your h^Gmand.