200 A Mighty Fortress Is Our God

1 A mighty fortress is our God, A trusty shield and weapon; He helps us free from ev'ry need That has us now o'ertaken. The old evil foe Now means deadly woe; Deep guile and great might Are his dread arms in fight; On earth is not his equal. 2 With might of ours can naught be done; Soon were our loss effected. But for us fights the valiant one Whom God himself elected. You ask, "Who is this?" Jesus Christ it is, The almighty Lord. And there's no other God; He holds the field forever. 3 Though devils all the world should fill, All eager to devour us, We tremble not, we fear no ill; They shall not overpow'r us. This world's prince may still Scowl fierce as he will, He can harm us none. He's judged; the deed is done! One little word can fell him. 4 The Word they still shall let remain, Nor any thanks have for it; He's by our side upon the plain With his good gifts and Spirit. And do what they will — Hate, steal, hurt, or kill — Though all may be gone, Our victory is won; The kingdom's ours forever!