A Mighty Fortress Is Our God [Live] Brian Doerksen

A mighty fortress is our God
A stronghold never failing;
Our helper He amid the flood
Of mortal ills prevaling
For still our ancient foe
Conspires to work us woe;
His craft and power are great
And armed with bitter hate
On earth is not his equal

If we in our own strength confide
Our striving would be losing
Unless God's man is on our side
The man of God's own choosing
You ask who that may be?
Christ Jesus, it is He;
The Lord of Hosts, His name
From age to age the same
And He must win the battle

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