Text: | Fear not, O little flock, the foe |
Author: | Altenburg |
1 Fear not, O 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 all our eyes,
He sees the Gideon that shall rise
To save us, 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 byword are they grown;
God is with us, we are his own,
Our victory can not 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!
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First Line: | Fear not, O little flock, the foe |
Author: | Altenburg |
Meter: | C. P. M. |
Publication Date: | 1873 |
Scripture: | ; ; ; |
Topic: | The Christian Life: Courage and Triumph; Fear Not |