Verse 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. 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, His Name,      From age to age the same, And He must win the battle. Verse 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: 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. Verse 4 ~ 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.