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

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

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

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