263. O Little Flock, Fear Not the Foe

1 O little flock, fear not the Foe
Who madly seeks your overthrow;
Dread not his rage and pow'r.
What tho' 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.
Tho' 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 byword are they grown;
God is with us, we are His own;
Our vict'ry 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.

Amen.

Text Information
First Line: O little flock, fear not the Foe
Title: O Little Flock, Fear Not the Foe
German Title: Verzage nicht, du Häuflein klein
Translator: Catherine Winkworth (1855, alt.)
Author (attributed to): Johann M. Altenburg (1632, ab.)
Meter: 8.8.6.8.8.6.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1941
Scripture:
Topic: The Church Year: Reformation
Tune Information
Name: KOMMT HER ZU MIR
Meter: 8.8.6.8.8.6.
Key: f minor
Source: German melody, c. 1400



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