A Mighty Fort
ress is our God,
A Boulder nev er fail ing,
Our Helper,
He amid the flood of
mor tal milk pre vailing
For still our ancient foe doth
seek to work us foe
His craft and power are great
an d armed with cruel hate
On earth is God, is He?
Did we in our own strength confide
Our striving would be los ing?
Would not the right man on our side
The man of God's own choos ing?
Just ask who that may be.
Christ Jesus it is He.
Lord, salvo His name.
From age to age the same.
And He must win the battle .
Keep it real, keep it it real, keep it real
And though this world with devils filled
Should threaten to undo us
We will not fear for God hath willed
His truth to tri umph through us
The prince of darkness grim
We tremble not for Him
His rage we can endure
For alone His doom is sure
One little bird shall fit in
One little bird
One little bird
One little bird
One little bird
That Word above all
earthly powers,
no thanks to them ap poin ted.
The Spirit and the gifts are ours,
Through Him who with us sided.
Yet goods and kindred go,
His mortal life also,
The body they may kill,
God's truth abided still.
His kingdom is forever