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O little flock, fear not 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.
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.
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.
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.
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Meter:
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8 8 6 8 8 6
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Dates:
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1632
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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| 1996 | # 375 |
MUSIC
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Name:
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KOMMT HER ZU MIR
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8 8 7 8 8 7
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c.1400
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Key
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| # 375 | No key | | # 189 | No key |
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