268. Fear not, O little flock, the foe

1 Fear not, 0 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.

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,
Salvation shall for you arise:
He girdeth on His sword!

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 byword are they grown:
God is with us; we are His own;
Our victory 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.

Text Information
First Line: Fear not, O little flock, the foe
German Title: Versage nicht, du Haüflein klein
Translator: Miss Winkworth (1855)
Author: Gustavus Adolphus (1631)
Meter: C. P. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1890
Topic: The Church: Her Protection and Defence; Sunday after New Year; Lent, First Sunday (2 more...)
Tune Information
Name: VERZAGE NICHT, DU HAÜFLEIN KLEIN
Meter: C. P. M.
Key: b minor
Notes: Composer from index; M. Altenburg



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