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.

Fear not, be strong! your cause belongs

To Him Who can avenge your wrongs;

Leave all to Him, your Lord;

Though hidden yet from mortal eyes,

Salvation shall for you arise;

He girdeth on His sword!

As true as God's own promise stands,

Not earth nor hell with all their bands

Against us shall prevail;

The Lord shall mock them from His throne;

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;

Thy church with strength defend;

So shall thy saints and martyrs raise

A joyful chorus to Thy praise,

Through ages without end.