1 FEAR not, 0 little flock, the Foe
Who madly seeks your overthrow;
Dread not his rage and power:
What though your courage sometimes faints,
His seeming triumph o'er God's saints
Lasts but a little hour.
2 Be of good cheer; your cause belongs
To Him who can avenge your wrongs;
Leave it to Him, our Lord.
Though hidden yet from mortal eyes,
His Gideon shall for you arise,
Uphold you and His Word.
3 As true as God's own Word is true,
Not earth nor hell with all their crew
Against us shall prevail.
A jest and by-word are they grown;
God is with us; we are His own;
Our victory cannot fail.
4 Amen, Lord Jesus, grant our prayer!
Great Captain, now Thine arm make bare,
Fight for us once again!
So shall Thy saints and martyrs raise
A mighty chorus to Thy praise,
World without end: Amen!
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Fear not, O little flock, the Foe |
Meter: | C. P. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1893 |
Topic: | The Word and the Church: Protection of |
Notes: | C. Winkworth, Tr. a.; German: Verzage nicht, du Haeuflein klein - J. Fabricius, 1631 |