A mighty fortress is our God A bullwork never failing Our helper he amid the flood Of mortal ills prevails 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 Did we in our 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 might be Christ Jesus it is he From age to age the same And he must win the battle