A mighty fortress is our god

A mighty fortress is our god,
A stronghold never failing
Our helper he amid the flood
Of mortal ills prevaling.
For still our ancient foe
Conspires to work us woe
His craft and power are great,
And armed with bitter hate,
On earth is not his equal.

If we in our own strength confide,
Our striving would be losing,
Unless god's man is on our side,
The man of god's own choosing.
You ask who that may be?
Christ Jesus, it is he
The lord of hosts, his name,
From age to age the same,
And he must win the battle.

And though this world, with devils filled,
Should threaten to undo us,
We will not fear, for god has 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
God's word shall overthrow him.

That word above all earthly powers,
Is evermore abiding
The spirit and the gifts are ours,
Through Jesus with us siding.
Let goods and kindred go,
This mortal life also
The body they may kill
God's truth is with us still
His kingdom is forever.