A mighty fortress is our God 

		

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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 power are great 
	And, armed 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 though this world, with devils filled, 
	Should threaten to undo us, 
	We will not fear, for God hath willed 
	His truth to triumph through us: 
	Let goods and kindred go, 
	This mortal life also; 
	The body they may kill, 
	God’s truth abideth still, 
	His kingdom is forever.

				M. Luther