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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 equ al.
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 bat tle.
And though this world, with devils filled, should threaten to un do us,
We will not fear, for God hath willed, His truth to triumph through us:
The prince of darkness grim, we tremble not of 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, abide th;
The Spirit and the gifts are ours, through Him Who with us side th:
Let goods and kindred go, this mortal life al so;
The body they may kill: God's truth abideth still,
His kingdom is for ev er.