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A mighty fortress is our God,
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a bulwark never failing;
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Our helper He, amid the flood
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of mortal ills prevailing:
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For still our ancient foe
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Doth seek to work us woe;
G#m F#/A# B
His craft and power are great,
E D#m
And, armed with cruel hate,
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On earth is not his e - qual.
E G#m E B (HOLD | B |)
Whoooaaa Whoooaaaa 2x
B E B E
If we in our own strength confide,
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Our striving would be losing,
B E B E
Were not the right Man on our side,
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The Man of God's own choosing:
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You ask who that may be?
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Christ Jesus, it is He;
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The Lord of Hosts, His Name,
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From age to age the same,
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And He must win the ba - ttle.
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Whoooaaa Whoooaaaa 2x
B E B E
And though this world, with devils filled,
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Should threaten to undo us,
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We will not fear, for God hath willed
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His truth to triumph through us;
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And though this world, with devils filled,