A Mighty Fortress Is Our God

A mighty fortress is our God
A bulwark never failing
Our helper He is amid the flood
Of mortal ills prevailing

Foul 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 our choosing

Dost ask whom that may be?
Christ Jesus, it is He
Lord Sabaoth is His name
From age to age the same
And He must win the battle