Verse 1 (Organ)
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 pow'r are great, and armed with cruel hate
On earth is not his equal

Verse 2
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Did we in our own strength confide, our striving would be losing
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Were not the right Man on our side, the Man of GodÕs own choosing
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Dost ask who that may be? Christ Jesus, it is He
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Lord Sabbath is His name, from age to age the same
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And He must win the battle

Verse 3
And thoÕ 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
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That word above all earthly powers, no thanks to them abideth
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The Spirit and the gifts are ours, through Him who with us sideth
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Let goods and kindred go, this mortal life also
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The body they may kill; GodÕs truth abideth still
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His kingdom is forever