A Mighty Fortress Is Our God

Verse 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.

Verse 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.

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.

Verse 3

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.

Verse 4

That word above
all earthly powers,
no thanks to them, abideth;
the Spirit and
the gifts are ours,
thru 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.