375. O Little Flock, Fear Not the Foe

1 0 little flock, fear not 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 mortal eyes,
His Gideon shall for you arise,
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 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.

Text Information
First Line: O little flock, fear not the foe
Title: O Little Flock, Fear Not the Foe
German Title: Verzage nicht, du Häuflein klein
Author: J. M. Altenburg, 1584-1640 (abr.)
Translator: C. Winkworth, 1827-78 (alt.)
Meter: 886 886
Language: English
Publication Date: 1996
Topic: Cross and Comfort; Easter 4
Tune Information
Name: KOMMT HER ZU MIR
Meter: 886 886
Key: f minor
Source: Nürnberg, 1534



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