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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 | 5 |
| Doth seek to work us woe; | |
| His craft and power are great; | |
| And, armed with cruel hate, | |
| On earth is not his equal. | |
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| Did we in our own strength confide, | 10 |
| 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, | 15 |
| Lord Sabaoth his name, | |
| From age to age the same, | |
| And he must win the battle. | |
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| And though this world, with devils filled, | |
| Should threaten to undo us; | 20 |
| We will not fear, for God hath willed | |
| His truth to triumph through us. | |
| The prince of darkness grim,— | |
| We tremble not for him; | |
| His rage we can endure, | 25 |
| 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 | 30 |
| 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, | 35 |
| His kingdom is forever. | |
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