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

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

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

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