God is our fortress and our rock, our mighty help in danger, who shields us from the battle's shock and thwarts the devil's anger: for still the prince of night prolongs evil's fight; he uses his every skill to work his wicked will - no earthly force is like him. Our hope is fixed on Christ alone, the Man, of God's own choosing; without him nothing can be won and fighting must be losing: so let the powers accursed come try do their worst, the Son of God shall ride to battle at our side, and he shall have the victory. The word of God will not be slow while demon hordes surround us, through evil strike its cruelest blow and death and hell confound us: for though we meet distress, lose all we possess, those planning our ill may ravage, wreck, or kill, God's kingdom is immortal!