A mighty Fortress is our GodA Bulwark never failingOur Helper He amid the floodOf mortal ills prevailing
For still our ancient foeDoth seek to work us woe
Resigning us to fate!And, armed with CRUEL HATEBut he must lose the battle!
Did we in our own strength confideOur striving would be losingWere not the right Man on our sideThe Man of God's own choosingDost ask who that may be?Christ Jesus, it is HeLord Sabaoth His NameFrom age to age, the sameOn earth is not His equal
And though this world, with devils filledShould threaten to undo usWe will not fear, for God hath willedHis truth to triumph through us
The Prince of Darkness grimWe tremble not for himHis rage we can endureFor lo, his doom is sure
One little word shall fell him
That word above all earthly powersNo, thanks to them, abidethThe Spirit and the gifts are oursThrough Him who with us sideth
Let goods and ego goThe temporal alsoThough hope they try to killGod's truth abideth stillHis Kingdom is forever
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