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Fear not the foe, thou flock of God,
Fear not the sword, the spear, the rod,
Fear not the foe!
He fights in vain who fights with thee;
Soon shalt thou see his armies flee,
Himself laid low.
Come, cheer thee to the toil and fight;
'Tis God, thy God, defends the right;
He leads thee on.
His sword shall scatter every foe,
His shield shall ward off every blow; —
The crown is won.
His is the battle, His the power,
His is the triumph in that hour;
In Him be strong.
So round thy brow the wreath shall twine,
So shall the victory be thine,
And thine the song.
Not long the sigh, the toil, the sweat,
Not long the fight-day's wasting heat;
The shadows come
Slack not thy weapon in the fight;
Courage! for God defends the right;
Strike home! strike home!
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