Fear Not, O Little Flock

Tune: Kommt her zu mir, spricht Gottes Sohn · Meter 8 8 6 8 8 6

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.

Words: King Gustavus Adolphus (1594–1632), Jacob Fabricius (1593–1654), Johann M. Altenburg (1584–1640); translated by Catherine Winkworth (1827–1878)
Music: German; setting by unknown
Scripture: Lk 12:32, Ps 27:1-14, 1Pt 3:13-17, Heb 13:6, Ps 56:1-13
Public domain. From the Open Hymnal Project.