A MIGHTY FORTRESS IS OUR LORD

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 pow’r 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 Saviour His Name,
From age to age the same -
And He must win the battle.

And tho this world, with devils
filled,
Should threaten to undo us,
We will not fear, for God bath willed
His truth to triumph thru us.
The Prince of darkness grim -
We tremble not for him;
His rage we can endure,
For lot His doom is sure -
One little word shall fell him.

That word above all earthly pow’rs -
No thanks to them - abideth;
The Spirit and the gifts are ours
Thru 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.