A mighty fortress is our God,
a bulwark never failing
our present help amid the flood
of mortal ills prevailing.
For still our ancient foe
doth seek to work us woe,
with craft and power great,
and armed with cruel hat,
on earth without an equal.

Did we in our own strength confide,
our striving would be losing,
but there is one who takes our side,
the one of God's own choosing.
You ask who that my be?
Christ Jesus, it is he
with mighty powe'r to save,
victorious o'er the grave,
Christ will prevail triumphant!

And though this world with devils filled, 
should threaten to undo us,
we will not far for God has willed
the truth to triumph through us.
The powers of darkness grim,
we tremble not for them;
their rage we can endure,
for lo, their doom is sure:
One little work shall fell them.

God's word above all earthly powers,
no thanks to them, abideth.
The Spirit and the gifts are ours,
through Christ, who with us sideth.
Let good and kindred go,
this mortal life also.
The body they may kill,
God's truth abideth still,
God's reign endures forever.