A Mighty Fortress is Our God

A mighty fortress is our God, a bulwark never failing,
Our Helper He, amid the flood of mortal ills prevailing.
And though our ancient foe did seek to work us woe-
His craft and power were great; on earth was 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 Sabaoth His name,
From age to age the same, and He has won the battle!

And though this world, with evils filled, should threaten to undo us,
We will not fear, for God hath willed His Truth to triumph through us!
Though things oft-en look grim, we stumble not in them, tri-als we will endure,
Our victory is sure; one little Word shall quell them!

That Word, above all earthly powers, who in our God 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 Word abideth still, His Kingdom is forever!