Song Lyrics

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?

aChrist Jesus, it is He-

Lord Sabaoth His name, 

From age to age the same,

And He must win the battle.

And tho' 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 powers,

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.

In Christ alone my hope is found,

He is my light, 

my strength, my song;

This Cornerstone, 

this solid Ground,

Firm through the fiercest 

drought and storm.

What heights of love, 

what depths of peace,

When fears are stilled, when strivings cease. 

My Comforter,  my All in All, 

Here in the love of Christ I stand.

In Christ alone, who took on flesh,

Fullness of God in helpless babe!

This gift of love and righteousness, 

Scorned by the ones 

He came to save.

Till on that cross as Jesus died,

The wrath of God was satisfied.

For every sin on Him was laid;

Here in the death of Christ I live.

There in the ground His body lay,

Light of the world by darkness slain;

Then, bursting forth 

in glorious Day,

Up from the grave He rose again!

And as He stands in victory, 

Sin's curse has lost its grip on me;

For I am His and He is mine, 

Bought with the precious 

blood of Christ.

Noguilt in life, no fear in death, 

This is the pow'r of Christ in me; 

From life's first cry 

to final breath, 

Jesus commands my destiny.

No pow'rof hell, no scheme of man, 

Can ever pluck me from His hand;

Till He returns or calls me home,

here in the pow'r of Christ I'll stand!

 What gift of grace is Jesus, 

my Redeemer. 

There is no more 

for Heaven now to give. 

He is my joy, my righteousness, 

and freedom,

My steadfast love, my deep and boundless peace.

To this I hold: 

my hope is only Jesus.

For my life is wholly bound to His.

Oh, how strange and divine, 

I can sing, "All is mine!" 

Yet not I, but through Christ in me.

The night is dark, 

but I am not forsaken,

For by my side, 

the Savior, He will stay.

I labor on in weakness and rejoicing,

For in my need, 

His power is displayed.

To this I hold: 

my Shepherd will defend me. Through the deepest valley 

He will lead.

Oh, the night has been won, 

and I shall overcome!

Yet not I, but through Christ in me.

No fate I dread, I know I am forgiven,

The future's sure, 

the price, it has been paid. 

For Jesus bled and suffered 

for my pardon, 

And He was raised 

to overthrow the grave.

To this I hold: 

my sin has been defeated. 

Jesus now, and ever, is my plea.

Oh the chains are released, 

I can sing, "I am free!" 

Yet not I, but through Christ in me.

With every breath, 

I long to follow Jesus, 

For He has said 

that He will bring me home.

And day by day 

I know He will renew me, 

Until I stand 

with joy before the throne.

To this I hold: 

my hope is only Jesus.

All the glory evermore to Him.

When the race is complete, 

still my lips shall repeat, 

"Yet not I, but through Christ in me“

When the race is complete, 

still my lips shall repeat, 

"Yet not I, but through Christ in me."

"Yet not I, but through Christ in me."