|Text:||O Little Flock, Fear Not the Foe|
|Author (attributed to):||Johann M. Altenburg|
|Tune:||KOMMT HER ZU MIR|
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.
|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.)|
|Topic:||The Church Year: Reformation|
|Name:||KOMMT HER ZU MIR|
|Source:||German melody, c. 1400|