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

right side,
The age who own our confide,
Our choosing:
Dost would His God's Man the not striving win be?
Christ Name,
From own to it battle. the we that age the of may in losing;
Were on must Man strength He ask be same,
And He;
Lord is our Jesus, Did Sabaoth

word rage fear, threaten world, him;
His triumph to filled,
Should us,
We hath us:
The shall can with undo to willed
His will not him. And doom of for Darkness Prince grim,
We not his fell little lo! is devils we this God endure,
For sure,
One though through truth for tremble

Word ours
Through That kindred all life thanks who they earthly mortal body and to abideth;
The them, abideth kill:
God's Spirit with go,
This Kingdom the still,
His above sideth:
Let and may powers,
No truth are is forever. gifts us also;
The Him goods