A Mighty Fortress Is Our God
Martin Luther
[Verse 1]
A mighty fortress is our God, a bulwark never failing
Our helper He is 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
[Verse 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 is His name, from age to age the same
And He must win the battle