a mighty fortress is our god a bulwark never failing our helper he amid the flood of mortal ills prevailing for still our ancient foe doth seek to work us woe his craft and power are great and armed with cruel hate on earth is not his equal 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 dost ask who that may be christ jesus it is he lord sabbaoth 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 hath willed his truth to triumph through us the prince of darkness grim we tremble not for him his rage we can endure we know his doom is sure one little word will fell him one little word will fell him one little word will fell him that word above all earthly powers no thanks to them abideth the spirit and the gifts are ours through him who with us sideth let goods and kindred go this mortal life also the body they may kill god s truth is living still his kingdom is forever and ever amen