A mighty fortress is our God A bulwark never failing Our helper he, amid the flood Of mortal ills prevailing 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 Does 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 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 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