1  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.

 2  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.

 3  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.