A Mighty Fortress

A mighty fortress is our God
A bullwork never failing
Our helper he amid the flood
Of mortal ills prevails
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 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 might be
Christ Jesus it is he

From age to age the same
And he must win the battle



Credits
Writer(s): Martin Luther, Steve Cook, Vikki Cook
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