Fear not, Little Flock.

YE little flock, whom Jesus feeds, Dismiss your anxious cares; Look to the Shepherd of your souls, And smile away your fears.

Though wolves and lions prowl around, His staff is your defense: 'Midst sands and rocks your Shepherd's voice Calls streams and pastures thence.

Your Father will a kingdom give, And give it with delight; His feeblest child his love shall call To triumph in his sight.