God Is a Stronghold and a Tower

God is a strong­hold and a tow­er

A help that nev­er fail­eth

A co­ver­ing shield

a sword of pow­er

When Sa­tan’s host as­sail­eth.

In vain our craf­ty foe

Still strives to work us woe

Still lurks and lies in wait

With more than earth­ly hate;

We will not faint

nor trem­ble.

Frail sin­ners are we: naught re­mains

For hope or con­so­la­tion

Save in His strength whom God or­dains

Our cap­tain of sal­va­tion.

Yes

Je­sus Christ alone

The Lord of hosts we own

God ere the world be­gan

The Word-made-flesh for man

Still con­quer­ing

and to con­quer.

Though fierce­ly strive the hosts of ill

Within us

and around us

With fiend­ish strength

and fiend­ish skill

Yet ne’er may they con­found us.

Man’s night of dark des­pair

When storm clouds fill the air

In God’s tri­umph­al hour

The noon­day of His pow­er

One word

and He pre­vail­eth.

Our Fa­ther’s truth abid­eth sure;

Christ

our Re­deem­er

liv­eth;

For us He pleads His of­fer­ing pure

To us His Spir­it giv­eth.

Though dear ones pass away

Though strength and life de­cay

Yet loss shall be our gain

For God doth still re­main

Our All-in-all for­ev­er.