1 If God my Lord be fore me,
I may a host defy
for when I pray, before me
my foes, confounded, fly.
If Christ, my head and master,
befriend me from above,
what foe or what disaster
can drive me from his love?
2 I build on this foundation,
that Jesus and his blood
alone are my salvation,
the true, eternal good.
Without him all that pleases
will vain and empty prove.
The gifts I have from Jesus
alone are worth my love.
3 Christ Jesus is my splendor,
my sun, my light, alone;
were he not my defender
before the judgment throne,
I never should find favor
and mercy in God's sight,
but be destroyed forever
as darkness by the light.
4 For joy my heart is ringing;
all sorrow disappears;
and full of mirth and singing,
it wipes away all tears.
The sun that cheers my spirit
is Jesus Christ, my king;
the heaven I shall inherit
makes me rejoice and sing.
