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 ‹C›mighty ‹G›Fortress ‹F›is our ‹C›God,
‹F›A ‹G›bulwark ‹C›never ‹F›fa‹G7›il‹C›ing;
Our ‹C›Helper ‹G›He, a‹F›mid the ‹C›flood
‹F›Of ‹Em›mortal ‹C›ills ‹F›pre‹G7›vail‹C›ing.
For ‹C›still ‹Am›our ‹G›an‹D7›cient ‹G›foe
‹Am›Doth ‹C›seek to‹F› work ‹G›us ‹Am›woe;
‹G›His ‹Am›craft and ‹F›power are ‹G›great,
And, ‹F›armed with cru‹Dm›el ‹E›hate,
On ‹F›earth is ‹C›not ‹F›His ‹G›e‹C›qual.
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2. Did ‹C›we in ‹G›our own ‹F›strength con‹C›fide,
‹F›Our ‹G›striving ‹C›would ‹F›be ‹G7›lo‹C›sing,
Were ‹C›not the ‹G›right Man ‹F›on our ‹C›side,
‹F›The ‹Em›Man of ‹C›God's ‹F›own ‹G7›choo‹C›sing.
Dost ‹C›ask ‹Am›who ‹G›that ‹D7›may ‹G›be?
‹Am›Christ ‹C›Jesus ‹F›it ‹G›is ‹Am›He;
‹G›Lord ‹Am›Saba‹F›oth, His ‹G›name,
From ‹F›age to age ‹Dm›the ‹E›same,
And ‹F›He must ‹C›win ‹F›the ‹G›ba‹C›ttle!
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3. And ‹C›though this ‹G›world, with ‹F›devils ‹C›filled,
‹F›Should ‹G›threaten ‹C›to ‹F›un‹G7›do ‹C›us,
We ‹C›will not ‹G›fear, for ‹F›God has ‹C›willed
‹F›His ‹Em›truth to ‹C›tri‹F›umph ‹G›through ‹C›us.
The ‹C›prince ‹Am›of ‹G›dark‹D7›ness ‹G›grim,
‹Am›We ‹C›tremble ‹F›not ‹G›for ‹Am›Him.
‹G›His ‹Am›rage we ‹F›can en‹G›dure,
For, ‹F›lo, His doom ‹Dm›is ‹E›sure;
One ‹F›little ‹C›word ‹F›shall ‹G›fell ‹C›Him!
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4. That ‹C›word a‹G›bove all ‹F›earthly ‹C›powers,
‹F›No ‹G›thanks to ‹C›them, ‹F›a‹G7›bi‹C›deth;
The ‹C›Spirit ‹G›and the ‹F›gifts are ‹C›ours,
‹F›Through ‹Em›Him who ‹C›with ‹F›us ‹G›si‹C›deth.
Let ‹C›goods ‹Am›and ‹G›kin‹D7›dred ‹G›go,
‹Am›This ‹C›mortal ‹F›life ‹G›al‹Am›so.
‹G›The ‹Am›body ‹F›they may ‹G›kill;
God's ‹F›truth abi‹Dm›deth ‹E›still.
His ‹F›kingdom ‹C›is ‹F›for‹G›e‹C›ver!
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