Fear Not, O Little Flock

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.

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 who shall rise;

To save us

and His word.

As true as God’s own word is true

Not earth nor hell with all their crew

Against us shall pre­vail.

A jest and by-word are they grown;

God is with us

we are His own

Our vic­to­ry can­not fail.

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.