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 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 must win 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 can endure for lo his doom is sure one little word shall fell him
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