Text: | Verzage Nicht |
Author: | Gustavus Adolphus |
1 Fear not, O 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 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.
3 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.
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First Line: | Fear not, O little flock, the foe |
Title: | Verzage Nicht |
Author: | Gustavus Adolphus |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1895 |