Fear Not, O Little Flock, the Foe.
Gustavus Adolphus, 1631.
Tr. Cath. Winkworth, 1855, Alt.
William Hayes, 1749.
1. Fear not, O little flock, the foe
Who madly seeks your overthrow;
Dread not his rage and pow'r
What tho' 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 all to Him, your Lord!
Tho' hidden yet from mortal eyes,
Salvation shall for you arise;
He girdeth on His sword!
3. As true as God's own promise stands,
Not earth nor hell with all their bands
Against us shall prevail.
The Lord shall mock them from His throne,
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 rise
A mighty chorus to Thy praise,
World without end. Amen