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 pow'r 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 God's own choosing; Dost ask who that may be: Christ Jesus it is He; Lord Sabbaoth 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 hath 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, One little word shall fell him. That Word above all earthly pow'r, no thanks to them abideth; The Spirit and the gifts are ours through Him who with us sideth; Let goods and kindred go, this mortal life also; The body they may kill; God's truth abideth still, His kingdom is forever!Idź, osusz łzy swoje Indreapta-mi spre Tine inima Башлангъчтан сонсуза Јалниз сен Ыса Эрх чөлөөний дуу Sefil Can, Düştün Günaha Иисус Христос воскрес аллилуйя аллилуйя Te alabaré, Señor Нашёл Того о Ком душа Моя давно томилась Maranatha
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