P. Rader

11.11.11.11.Ref.

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.

Only believe, only believe,

All things are possible, only believe;

Only believe, only believe,

All things are possible, only believe.

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.