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A mighty fortress is our God, a Bulwark never fa_i_ling;
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Our Helper He a______mid the flood of mortal ills pre__va_i____ling;||
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For still our an___cient Foe doth seek to work us woe; ||
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His craft and pow'r 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; ||
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-ba-_____oth His name, from age to age the same,
And He must win the bat__tle.
[V3]
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 dark_ness grim, we tremble not for him; ||
His rage we can en__dure, for lo! his doom is sure,
One little word shall fell him.
[V4]
That Word a_____bove all earthly pow'rs, no thanks to them, a___bid__eth; ||
The Spirit and the gifts are ours through Him who with us si______deth;||
Let goods and kin__dred go, this mortal life al_so; ||
The body they may kill; God's truth a____bideth still,
His kingdom is for_____e____ver!
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