1 Be not dismayed, thou little flock,
Although the foe's fierce battle-shock,
Loud on all sides, assail thee;
Though o'er thy fall they laugh secure,
Their triumph cannot long endure:
Let not thy courage fail thee.

2 Thy cause is God's; go at His call,
And to His hand commit thy all;
Fear thou no ill impending:
His Gideon shall arise for thee,
God's word and people manfully,
In God's own time defending.

3 Our hope is sure in Jesus' might;
Against themselves the godless fight,
Themselves, not us, distressing;
Shame and contempt their lot shall be;
God is with us, with Him are we,
To us belongs His blessing.