← Fear not, little flock, 'tis your Father's good pleasure Hymns and Tunes (1888) · No. 867

Fear not, little flock, 'tis your Father's good pleasure

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Fear not, little flock, 'tis your Father's good pleasureTo give you the glorious kingdom above;To grant you the precious and eternal treasureOf life everlasting,—a gift of his love.

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No more shall ye suffer for Christ, tribulation,No more shall ye rudely be scattered and torn;Your trials and sorrows, your fears and temptations,Will shortly be over; no more shall ye mourn.

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Earth has not the bliss which in heaven is offered,And knows not the joys that await all the blest;The saints are the heirs to the kingdom that's proffered,—The kingdom of righteousness, kingdom of rest.

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Then fear not, ye flock, for your Shepherd, returning,Shall gather his sheep in his heavenly fold;Shall lead you in pastures for which ye are yearning,And shelter you safe in the city of gold.