(Capo 3)

Verse 1: D F#m Bm A A mighty fortress is our God, F#m G Em D a bulwark never failing D F#m Bm A our helper he, amid the flood F#m G Em D of mortal ills prevailing. D E7 A For still our ancient foe A G Bm does seek to work us woe; Bm E7 A his craft and power are great, G Em F#m and armed with cruel hate, F#m G Em D on earth is not his equal.

Verse 2:

D F#m Bm A Did we in our own strength confide,

   F#m     G              Em  D

our striving would be losing,

D F#m Bm A were not the right Man on our side,

  F#m      G               Em   D

the Man of God's own choosing.

   D              E7           A

You ask who that may be?

      A        G      Bm

Christ Jesus, it is he;

    Bm   E7        A

Lord Sabaoth his name,

     G         Em         F#m

from age to age the same;

   F#m       G          Em  D

and he must win the battle.

Verse 3:

   D                      F#m       Bm     A

And though this world, with devils filled,

        F#m	  G	 Em  D

should threaten to undo us,

 D	  F#m	Bm	      A

we will not fear, for God has willed

 F#m	   G	           Em       D

his truth to triumph through us.

   D	      E7	     A

The prince of darkness grim,

     A	        G	  Bm

we tremble not for him;

  Bm	       E7   A

his rage we can endure,

  G	Em	     F#m

for lo! his doom is sure;

   F#m    G	       Em  D

one little word shall fell him.

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