A Mighty Fortress Is Our God
Words by Martin Luther, 1529
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A mighty fortress is our God,
a bulwark never failing;
Our Helper He,
amid the flood of mortal ills prevailing:
For still our ancient foe doth seek to work us woe;
His craft and power are great,
and armed with cruel hate,
On earth is not his equal. -
Did we in our own strength confide
our striving would be losing;
Were not the right Man on our side,
the Man of God's own choosing:
You ask who that may be?
Christ Jesus, it is He,
The Lord of Hosts His Name,
from age to age the same,
And He must win the battle.
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And tho' this world with demons filled,
should threaten to undo us,
We will not fear for God has willed
His truth to triumph through us:
The prince of darkness grim,
we tremble not for him;
His rage we can endure,
for lo, his doom is sure,
One little word shall fell him.
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That word above all earthly powers
no thanks to them abideth;
The Spirit and the gifts are ours through Him
who with us sideth;
Let goods and kindred go,
this mortal life also,
The body they may kill.
God's truth abideth still,
His kingdom is forever.
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