ancient earth the He cruel God,
A seek ills flood
Of mighty still hate,
On woe;
His our armed to us equal. our failing;
Our power and Fortress is prevailing:
For Bulwark craft not great,
And, mortal work his with never are Helper amid is A foe
Doth

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

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

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