A mighty fortress is our god

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:
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.

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. amen.