A mighty Fortress is our God

A mighty Fortress is our God

A Bulwark never failing;

Our Helper He amid the flood

Of mortal ills prevailing:

For still our ancient foe

Doth seek to work us woe;

His craft and power are great

And

armed with cruel hate

On earth is not his equal.

Did we in our own strength confide

Our striving would be losing;

Were not the right Man on our side

The Man of God’s own choosing:

Dost ask who that may be?

Christ Jesus

it is He;

Lord Sabaoth His Name

From age to age the same

And He must win the battle.

And though this world

with devils filled

Should threaten to undo us

We will not fear

for God hath willed

His truth to triumph through us:

The Prince of Darkness grim

We tremble not for him;

His rage we can endure

For lo! his doom is sure

One little word shall fell him.

That Word above all earthly powers

No thanks to them

abideth;

The Spirit and the gifts are ours

Through Him who with us sideth:

Let goods and kindred go

This mortal life also;

The body they may kill:

God’s truth abideth still

His Kingdom is forever.