Hymn 373 - Only Believe

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.

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.

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.

REFRAIN

Only believe, only believe;

All things are possible, only believe;

Only believe, only believe:

All things are possible, only believe.