Fear not Little Flock by A. R. Smith

Review and Herald Publishing Association

"Fear not Little Flock."

By A. R. Smith

Fear not little flock, For Christ is our Rock; The promise stands sure. The kingdom He'll give, to the same that endure.

The armor gird on; Till victory is won Let us manfully fight. The Millennial Morn, soon will end Time's dark night.

The Truth will prevail, (Its beamings we hail) And is mighty in power; It will shield us from harm, in the dark trying hour.

The Sabbath we love— Sacred Law from above— It was hallowed and bless'd, A token, a seal, for our heavenly rest.

Ye saints, one and all, O heed the loud call; With the last message given The remnant are sealed, 'tis their passport to Heaven.

Tho' the tempest loud rave, And high swell the wave, Let us never give o'er; For the Ark will land safe, on fair Canaan's shore.

Then with rapture untold Our eyes shall behold Our glorious King. On bright golden harps, the "New Song" we shall sing.

They will that City view His "commandments that do," With the angels of light "To the tree and the fountain of life have a right."

Hallelujahs we'll raise, Our Redeemer to praise With the pure and the blest, In the Eden of Love be forever at rest.