206. A Mighty Fortress Is Our God

1 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 pow'r are great,
And, arm'd with cruel hate,
On earth is not his equal.

2 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:
Dost ask who that may be?
Christ Jesus, it is He;
Lord Sabaoth His name,
From age to age the same,
And He must win the battle.

3 And tho' this world, with devils filled,
Should threaten to undo us;
We will not fear, for God hath will'd
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.

4 That word above all earthly pow'rs,
No thanks to them abideth;
The Spirit and the gifts are ours
Thro' 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.

Text Information
First Line: A mighty Fortress is our God
Title: A Mighty Fortress Is Our God
Translator: F. H. Hedge
Author: M. L.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1908
Topic: Christian warfare
Tune Information
Name: EIN' FESTE BURG
Composer: Martin Luther
Meter: P. M.
Key: D Major



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