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 Sabbaoth, 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

We know, his doom is sure

One little word will fell him



One little word will fell him

One little word will 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 is living still

His kingdom is

Forever and ever, Amen



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