Steve Green – A Mighty Fortress is Our God
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A mighty fortress is our God, a bulwark never fai–ling;
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Our helper He, amid the flood of mortal ills prevai–ling.
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For still our ancient foe doth seek to work us woe;
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His craft and power are great, and, armed with cruel hate,
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On earth is not his e — qual.
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Did we in our own strength confide, our striving would be lo – sing,
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Were not the right man on our side, the man of God’s own choo-sing.
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Dost ask who that may be? Christ Jesus, it is He;
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Lord Sa-baoth his name, from age to age the same,
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And He must win the bat–tle.
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And though this world, with devils filled,
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should threaten to un-do us
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We will not fear, for God hath willed his truth to triumph through us.
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The Prince of Darkness grim, we tremble not for him;
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His rage we can endure, for lo, his doom is sure;
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One little word shall fell him.
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That word above all earthly powers, no thanks to them, a–bid–eth;
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The Spirit and the gifts are ours through him who with us sid–eth.
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Let goods and kindred go, this mortal life al – so;
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The bo-dy they may kill: God’s truth a-bideth still;
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His kingdom is forev – er.
A mighty fortress is our God
A sword and shield victorious
He breaks the cruel oppressor’s rod
And wins salvation glorious
The old satanic foe
Has sworn to work us woe
With craft and dreadful might
He arms himself to fight
On earth he has no equal
No strength of ours can match his might
We would be lost rejected
But now a champion comes to fight
Whom God Himself elected
You ask who this may be
The Lord of hosts is He
Christ Jesus mighty Lord
God’s only Son adored
He holds the field victorious
Though hordes of devils fill the land
All threat’ning to devour us
We tremble not unmoved we stand
They cannot overpow’r us
Let this world’s tyrant rage
In battle we’ll engage
His might is doomed to fail
God’s judgment must prevail
One little word subdues him
God’s Word forever shall abide
No thanks to foes who fear it
For God Himself fights by our side
With weapons of the Spirit
Were they to take our house
Goods honor child or spouse
Though life be wrenched away
They cannot win the day
The Kingdom’s ours forever
A mighty fortress is our God
A trusty shield and weapon
He helps us free from ev’ry need
That hath 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
With might of ours can naught be done
Soon were our loss effected
But for us fights the valiant One
Whom God Himself elected
Ask ye Who is this
Jesus Christ it is of sabaoth Lord
And there’s none other God
He holds the field forever
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
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 take they our life
Goods fame child and wife
Though these all be gone
Our vict’ry has been won
The Kingdom ours remaineth
Letra:
A mighty fortress is our God, a bulwark never fai–ling;
Our helper He, amid the flood of mortal ills prevai–ling.
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 e — qual.
Did we in our own strength confide,
our striving would be lo – sing,
Were not the right man on our side,
the man of God’s own choo-sing.
Dost ask who that may be?
Christ Jesus, it is He;
Lord Sa-baoth his name,
from age to age the same,
And He must win the bat–tle.
And though this world, with devils filled,
should threaten to un-do us
We will not fear, for God hath 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.
That word above all earthly powers,
no thanks to them, a–bid–eth;
The Spirit and the gifts are ours through him who with us sid–eth.
Let goods and kindred go, this mortal life al – so;
The bo-dy they may kill: God’s truth a-bideth still;
His kingdom is forev – er.
A mighty fortress is our God
A sword and shield victorious
He breaks the cruel oppressor’s rod
And wins salvation glorious
The old satanic foe
Has sworn to work us woe
With craft and dreadful might
He arms himself to fight
On earth he has no equal
No strength of ours can match his might
We would be lost rejected
But now a champion comes to fight
Whom God Himself elected
You ask who this may be
The Lord of hosts is He
Christ Jesus mighty Lord
God’s only Son adored
He holds the field victorious
Though hordes of devils fill the land
All threat’ning to devour us
We tremble not unmoved we stand
They cannot overpow’r us
Let this world’s tyrant rage
In battle we’ll engage
His might is doomed to fail
God’s judgment must prevail
One little word subdues him
God’s Word forever shall abide
No thanks to foes who fear it
For God Himself fights by our side
With weapons of the Spirit
Were they to take our house
Goods honor child or spouse
Though life be wrenched away
They cannot win the day
The Kingdom’s ours forever
A mighty fortress is our God
A trusty shield and weapon
He helps us free from ev’ry need
That hath 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
With might of ours can naught be done
Soon were our loss effected
But for us fights the valiant One
Whom God Himself elected
Ask ye Who is this
Jesus Christ it is of sabaoth Lord
And there’s none other God
He holds the field forever
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
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 take they our life
Goods fame child and wife
Though these all be gone
Our vict’ry has been won
The Kingdom ours remaineth
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