Not many mighty, not many strong
Not of a multitude, or of a throng.
By a chosen few, the victory appears
Those sent home, defeated by fears.
The Gideon company begins to arise
With faces like flint, no compromise.
As pitchers break and trumpets sound
The enemies’ camp it does confound.
Not many foolish, not many wise
The Gideon company begins to arise.
Not of a multitude, only a few
God’s confirmation, sending the dew.
Only the mighty, only the strong
Through the anointing, smiting the throng.
God’s way or man’s way, we must surmise
As the Gideon company begins to arise.
—Doug Cone, Capps