666. O Little Flock, Fear Not the Foe

1 0 little flock, fear not the foe
Who madly seeks your overthrow;
Dread not his rage and pow'r.
And though 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.
Though 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's satanic crew
Against us shall prevail.
Their might? A joke, a mere facade!
God is with us and we with god--
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,
Forevermore. Amen.

Text Information
First Line: O little flock, fear not the foe
Title: O Little Flock, Fear Not the Foe
Author: Jacob Fabricius, 1593-1654
Translator: Catherine Winkworth, 1827-78
Publication Date: 2006
Meter: 886 886
Scripture: Luke 12:32; 2 Timothy 4:18; Luke 18:7-8; Revelation 7:9-17
Topic: The Church Militant; Reformation
Language: English
Tune Information
Name: KOMMT HER ZU MIR
Meter: 886 886
Key: e minor or modal
Source: German, Nürnberg, 1534



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