The little foxes, those tiny things
They seem they cannot harm.
But, they go down deep with sharpened fangs,
And bite with deadly harm.
The little foxes, those tiny things
We think they do no ill.
We justify them in our hearts,
And claim that God must love them too.
Throw off, then now, these little sins
That tear us to the ground.
Repent then at the Saviours feet,
There, Mercy, will be found.
Let not these sins, these tiny sins
Destroy us on our way
Resist Satan's fiery darts,
That hinder and delay.
Go marching forward then,
Gain back the ground we lost.
Our hearts restored in Jesus' name,
Our gaze set on the Cross.
