Welcome to worship; let us sing: A mighty fortress is our God, A bulwark never failing; Our helper He, amid the flood Of mortal ills prevailing. For still our ancient foe Doth seek to work us woe; His craft and powr are great, And, armed with cruel hate, On earth is not his equal. Did we in our own strength confide, Our striving would be losing, Were not the right Man on our side, The man of Gods own choosing. Dost ask who that may be? Christ Jesus. it is He; Lord Sabaoth is His name, From age to age the same, And He must win the battle. And tho this world, with devils filled, Should threaten to undo us, We will not fear, for God hath willed His truth to triumph thro 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 powrs-No thanks to them-abideth; The Spirit and the gifts are ours Thro Him who with us sideth. Let goods and kindred go, This mortal life also; The body they may kill; Gods truth abideth still, His kingdom is forever. AMEN.
Posted on: Wed, 30 Oct 2013 12:38:40 +0000
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