Fear Not, O Little Flock, the Foe BREMEN—Thomas Hastings Fear Not, O Little Flock, the Foe 1 Fear not, O little flock, the foe Who madly seeks your overthrow; Dread not his rage and power; What tho’ your courage sometimes faints, His seeming triumphs 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 it to him, our Lord! Though hidden yet from all our eyes, He sees the Gideon that shall rise To save us, and his word.