1 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
does seek to work us woe
with craft and cunning great,
and armed with cruel hate;
on earth there is no equal.

2 If 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 may be:
Christ Jesus, it is he!
The Lord of hosts by name,
from age to age the same.
None else can win the battle.

3 And though this world, with devils filled,
should threaten to undo us,
we tremble not, for God has willed
that truth will triumph through us.
Though Satan rant and rage
and fiercest war engage,
such wrath we can endure,
for evil’s doom is sure.
One little word shall end it.

4 That Word beyond all earthly pow’rs,
no thanks to them, is sounding.
The Spirit and the gifts are ours,
by God’s good grace abounding.
Lay down all earthly fame,
wealth, fam’ly, life, and name.
The body they may kill;
God’s truth will triumph still.
God’s reign endures forever.