Only Believe

Fear not, precious 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.

Fear not, precious flock, He goeth ahead,
Your Shepherd selects the path you must tread;
The waters of Mara He’ll sweeten for thee--
He drank all the bitter in Gethsemane.

Fear not, preciois 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.