A Mighty Fortress is our God

A mighty fortress is our God

A bulwark never failing

Our helper he, amid the flood

Of mortal ills prevailing

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

Does 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 has willed

His truth to triumph through us

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