Fear Not, O Little Flock

1.Fear not, O little flock, the foe
Who madly seeks your overthrow;
Dread not his rage and pow'r;
What though your courage sometimes faints,
His seeming triumph o'er God's saints
Lasts but one 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 who 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 by-word 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.