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.
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, for lo, his doom is sure,
One little word shall 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 abideth still,
His kingdom is forever.