1 Thou little flock, be not afraid,
Tho' foes against thee stand arrayed,
All ready to destroy thee;
Although thy ruin they prepare
And fill thee oft with anxious care,
They shall not long annoy thee.
2 Thy cause is God's; this comfort thee;
May His, not thine, the vengeance be;
Let Him perform His pleasure;
The needful help thou shalt obtain;
Thee and His Word He will sustain
Thro' Christ, His own dear Treasure.
3 As God is God, and true His Word,
Fierce Satan and his hellish herd,
The world and all their powers
Shall reap but shame beneath His rod:
God is with us, and we with God:
The vict'ry must be ours.
Source: American Lutheran Hymnal #90