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| A Mighty Fortress Is Our God |
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| 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. |
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| 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 Sabaoth, his name, |
| From age to age the same, |
| And he must win the battle. |
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| 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. |
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| That word above all earthly powers, |
| No thanks to them, abideth; |
| The Spirit and the gifts are ours, |
| Thru 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. |
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