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

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

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

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