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. (Lord, I believe . . . ) (Lord, I receive . . .) (Jesus is here . . . )

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.

Only believe, only believe, All things are possible, only believe; Only believe, only believe, All things are possible, only believe. (Lord, I believe . . . ) (Lord, I receive . . .) (Jesus is here . . . )

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.

Only believe, only believe, All things are possible, only believe; Only believe, only believe, All things are possible, only believe. (Lord, I believe . . . ) (Lord, I receive . . .) (Jesus is here . . . )