A Mighty Fortress Is Thy Love

A Mighty Fortress Is Thy Love

To the tune of A Mighty Fortress is our God”  #110

Tallessyn Grenfell-Lee

A mighty fortress is thy Love, a bulwark never failing;
Our helper still, amid the flood of mortal ills prevailing:
For still an ancient foe doth seek to work us woe;
A craft and power great, of fear and cruel hate,
Alone, we cannot equal.

Did we in mortal strength confide, our striving would be losing;
Without the One who dwells inside, the Light of Life infusing.
Dost ask who that may be? Christ now, eternally;
With many Earthly Names, from age to age the same,
And Love must heal the battle.

And though this world, with evils filled, should threaten to undo us,
We will not fear, for Love hath willed a truth to triumph through us.
The Hour of Darkness grim; we tremble not within;
This rage we can endure, for lo, its end is sure,
One little word brings healing.

That word above all transient powers, no thanks to them, abideth;
The Spirit and the gifts are ours through Love, who ever guideth.
Let goods and kindred go, this mortal life also;
A body they may kill; this Truth abideth still:
Love’s kin-dom is forever.


Tim Schaaf