645. Fear not, O little flock, the foe

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
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