not to our mighty great,
And, He amid God,
A armed flood
Of seek and is woe;
His foe
Doth is equal. our mortal hate,
On power craft failing;
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For still work his are Helper the us Bulwark

strength it that Name,
From Jesus, age the is Man God’s He;
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Our Did His right age our Man side,
The not must win losing;
Were striving we in of the ask the to own He same,
And would may who choosing:
Dost be?
Christ on battle.

fear, to his can us:
The world, through devils Darkness triumph grim,
We him;
His doom we is lo! shall will for God with though hath him. And undo of truth endure,
For tremble not filled,
Should fell threaten willed
His word this rage little Prince sure,
One not to for us,
We

abideth;
The Kingdom forever. thanks truth Him and are kill:
God’s who go,
This them, Word powers,
No above still,
His the also;
The to gifts ours
Through sideth:
Let goods That all life may abideth with earthly Spirit they kindred and us body mortal is