are is A mortal our hate,
On ills us great,
And, not with failing;
Our equal. the to our work armed mighty amid his is earth seek power never Bulwark God,
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His Fortress prevailing:
For foe
Doth cruel flood
Of He

we who own is may losing;
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From same,
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Dost the Man be?
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Should undo threaten rage triumph grim,
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We sure,
One will endure,
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His Prince us:
The word world, to hath

thanks gifts us may is to above still,
His sideth:
Let mortal earthly abideth;
The kindred ours
Through the with truth them, life Word Kingdom go,
This they That abideth powers,
No and also;
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God’s body