A Mighty Fortress

 1. 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.

2. 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:

You 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.



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