A mighty Fortress is our God, A trusty Shield and Weapon;
He helps us free from evr'ry need, That hath us now o'ertaken.
The old evil Foe, Now means deadly woe;
Deep guile and great might, Are his dread arms in fight;
On earth is not his equal.
With might of ours can naught
be done, Soon were our loss effected;
But for us fights the Valiant One, Whom God Himself elected. Ask ye, Who is this?
Jesus Christ it is, Of Sabaoth Lord, And there's none other God; He holds the
field forever.
A mighty Fortress is our God, A trusty Shield and Weapon;
He helps us free from evr'ry need, That hath us now o'ertaken.
The old evil Foe, Now means deadly woe;
Deep guile and great might, Are his dread arms in fight;
On earth is not his equal.