566. 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 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 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,
Nor earth nor hell with all their crew
Against us shall prevail.
A jest and byword are they grown;
God is with us, we are his own;
Our vict'ry cannot fail.

4 Amen, Lord Jesus, grant our pray'r;
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.

Text Information
First Line: Fear not, O little flock, the foe
Title: Fear Not, O Little Flock
Author (attr.): Johann M. Altenburg
Translator: Catherine Winkworth (1855; mod.)
Publication Date: 1990
Meter: 8.8.6.D.
Scripture: Luke 12:32; Romans 8:31
Topic: Anniversaries; Reformation Day; The Christian Life: Conflict With Sin (3 more...)
Language: English
Tune Information
Composer: Edward Patrick Crawford, 1846-1912
Meter: 8.8.6.D.
Key: F Major

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