"Fear Not, Little Flock."
By L. E. Millne
FEAR not, little flock, the haven is near;
King Jesus will soon in his glory appear,
To give you the kingdom; the promise is sure
For all the dear ones who faithful endure. Let's take up the cross and joyfully go,
Through sorrow and grief, temptation and woe,
Remembering the promise we read in his word,
To those who leave all and follow their Lord. A hundred-fold here of blessing he'll give,
And a bright crown of gold we too shall receive,
Then on let us press, though Satan should strive
With his hosts to prevent us from winning the prize. Yet he who hath promised will safely perform,
His dear little flock he'll shield in each storm,
O, why should we tremble when danger is near?
If Jesus is for us, O, what should we fear? He's a stronghold, in which all the righteous may
run,
Here safe from the foe, his temptation we'll shun,
Ever looking to Jesus, our Saviour and Friend,
Who saith, I am with you even unto the end.
L. E. MILLNE.