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 | |
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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: | Now Public Domain. Gustavus Adolphus, in prose, J. Fabricius, in verse, 1631. Tr. Winkworth; Norwegian title: Forf'rdes ei, du lille Hob |
Tune Information | |
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Name: | COME UNTO ME |
Meter: | 8, 8, 6, 8, 8, 6. |
Key: | f minor |
Source: | Pub. at Nürnberg, 1530. |
Notes: | Now Public Domain. Norwegian tune name: Kommer til mig, sagde Guds Sön |