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

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

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

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