A mighty fortress is our God,
A stronghold never failing;
Our helper He amid the flood
Of mortal ills prevaling.
For still our ancient foe
Conspires to work us woe;
His craft and power are great,
And armed with bitter hate,
On earth is not his equal.
That word above all earthly powers,
Is evermore abiding;
The Spirit and the gifts are ours,
Through Jesus with us siding.
Let goods and kindred go,
This mortal life also;
The body they may kill;
God's truth is with us still;
His kingdom is forever.
