867. Fear not, little flock, 'tis your Father's good pleasure

1 Fear not, little flock 'tis your Father's good pleasure
To give you the glorious kingdom above;
To grant you the precious and eternal treasure
Of life everlasting, a gift of his love.

2 No more shall ye suffer for Christ, tribulation.
No more shall ye rudely be scattered and torn;
Your trials and sorrows, your fears and temptations,
Will shortly be over; no more shall ye mourn.

3 Earth has not the bliss which in heaven is offered,
And knows not the joys that await all the blest;
The saints are the heirs to the kingdom that's proffered,
The kingdom of righteousness, kingdom of rest.

4 Then fear not, ye flock, for your Shepherd, returning,
Shall gather his sheep in his heavenly fold;
Shall lead you in pastures for which ye are yearning,
And shelter you safe in the city of gold.

Text Information
First Line: Fear not, little flock, 'tis your Father's good pleasure
Author: F. E. Belden
Publication Date: 1886
Topic: Waiting for Christ: Closing Work
Tune Information
Name: LITTLE FLOCK
Composer: F. E. Belden
Meter: 12s & 11s
Key: G Major or modal
Notes: Alternate tunes: #971 or 425.



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