A Mighty Fortress Is Our God


Martin Luther, 1529 (1483-1546)
Translated by Frederick H. Hedge, 1853 (1805-1890)
from Psalm 46

1.     A might-y For-tress is our God, A Bul-wark nev-er fail-ing;
        Our Help-er He a-mid the flood Of mor-tal ills pre-vail-ing:
        For still our an-cient Foe Doth seek to work us woe; His craft and power are great,
        And, armed with cru-el hate, On earth is not his e-qual.

2.    Did we in our own strength con-fide, Our striv-ing would be los-ing;
        Were not the right Man on our side, The Man of God's own choos-ing:
        Dost ask who that may be? Christ Je-sus, it is He; Lord Sab-a-oth His Name,
        From age to age the same, And He must win the bat-tle.

3.    And though [tho'] this world, with dev-ils filled, Should threat-en to un-do us;
        We will not fear, for God hath willed His truth to tri-umph through us:
        The Prince of Dark-ness grim, We trem-ble not for him; His rage we can en-dure, 
        For lo! his doom is sure, One lit-tle word shall fell him.

4.    That word a-bove all earth-ly powers, No thanks to them, a-bid-eth;
        The Spir-it and the gifts are ours Through Him who with us sid-eth:
        Let goods and kin-dred go, This mor-tal life al-so; The bod-y they may kill:
        God's truth a-bid-eth still, His King-dom is for-ev-er.