A mighty fortress is our God, a bulwark never failing;
Our Helper He, amid the flood of mortal ills prevailing;
For when our ancient foe, did seek to work us woe
his craft and power were great, and armed with cruel hate
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 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 have endured, for lo, his doom has come,
The Word of God has felled 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 abideth still:
His Kingdom is forever!