201. 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 Fear not! be strong! your cause belongs
To Him who can avenge your wrongs;
Leave it to Him, your Lord:
Though hidden yet from mortal eyes,
His Gideon yet shall for you rise,
Uphold you 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 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
Meter: 8, 8, 6, 8, 8, 6.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1898
Topic: TheChurch Year: Festival of the Reformation; Christ: Defender and Helper; Christ: Leader (4 more...)
Notes: Gustavus Adolphus, in prose, J. Fabricius, in verse, 1631. Tr. Winkworth; Norwegian title: Forf'rdes ei, du lille Hob
Tune Information
Name: COME UNTO ME
Meter: 8, 8, 6, 8, 8, 6.
Key: f minor
Source: Pub. at Nürnberg, 1530.
Notes: Norwegian tune name: Kommer til mig, sagde Guds Sön



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