A Mighty Fortress
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A mighty fortress is our God,
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a bulwark never failing;
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Our helper He, amid the flood,Am Em C Dm C
of mortal ills prevailing:
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For still our ancient foe,
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doth seek to work us woe;
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His craft and power are great,
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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