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

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

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

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