Fear not, little flock; from the cross to the throne,
From death into life He went for His own;
All power in earth, all power above,
Is given to Him for the flock of His love.
Fear not, little flock; He goeth ahead,
Your Shepherd selecteth the path you must tread;
The waters of Marah He'll sweeten for thee,
He drank all the bitter in Gethsemane.
Fear not, little flock, whatever your lot,
He enters all rooms, "the doors being shut";
He never forsakes; He never is gone;
So count on His presence in darkness and dawn.
Only believe, only believe;
All things are possible, only believe.