Mighty Fortress Is Our God, A
«C Major»
1. 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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2. 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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3. And though this world, with devils filled,
Should threaten to undo us,
We will not fear, for God has 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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4. 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!
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With Chords
«C Major»
1. A Cmighty GFortress Fis our CGod,
FA Gbulwark Cnever FfaG7ilCing;
Our CHelper GHe, aFmid the Cflood
FOf Emmortal Cills FpreG7vailCing.
For Cstill Amour GanD7cient Gfoe
AmDoth Cseek toF work Gus Amwoe;
GHis Amcraft and Fpower are Ggreat,
And, Farmed with cruDmel Ehate,
On Fearth is Cnot FHis GeCqual.
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2. Did Cwe in Gour own Fstrength conCfide,
FOur Gstriving Cwould Fbe G7loCsing,
Were Cnot the Gright Man Fon our Cside,
FThe EmMan of CGod's Fown G7chooCsing.
Dost Cask Amwho Gthat D7may Gbe?
AmChrist CJesus Fit Gis AmHe;
GLord AmSabaFoth, His Gname,
From Fage to age Dmthe Esame,
And FHe must Cwin Fthe GbaCttle!
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3. And Cthough this Gworld, with Fdevils Cfilled,
FShould Gthreaten Cto FunG7do Cus,
We Cwill not Gfear, for FGod has Cwilled
FHis Emtruth to CtriFumph Gthrough Cus.
The Cprince Amof GdarkD7ness Ggrim,
AmWe Ctremble Fnot Gfor AmHim.
GHis Amrage we Fcan enGdure,
For, Flo, His doom Dmis Esure;
One Flittle Cword Fshall Gfell CHim!
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4. That Cword aGbove all Fearthly Cpowers,
FNo Gthanks to Cthem, FaG7biCdeth;
The CSpirit Gand the Fgifts are Cours,
FThrough EmHim who Cwith Fus GsiCdeth.
Let Cgoods Amand GkinD7dred Ggo,
AmThis Cmortal Flife GalAmso.
GThe Ambody Fthey may Gkill;
God's Ftruth abiDmdeth Estill.
His Fkingdom Cis FforGeCver!
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