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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