Classic Poem

HIGH Tower and Stronghold is our God ,
Both Sword and Shield before us;
His hand hath broken every rod
That tyrants have held o'er us.
The proud, conquering Foe
His downfall shall know:
His malice in vain,
With furious wrath, shall reign
O'er earth with power appalling.

Of our own selves we nought can do,—
Our gain were then but losing:
For us must fight the Strong and True,
The Man of God'S own choosing,
For ever the same,
C HRIST J ESUS His Name,
THE LORD GOD OF HOSTS!
Then where are earthly boasts?
All foes shall fall before Him.

What though this world were throng'd with fiends,
All raging to confound us?
We know no fear, for God is near,
With mightier armies round us.
The world and its king
No terrors can bring;
Their threats are no worth,
Their doom shall soon go forth:—
One word fulfils their ruin.

God'S Word they shall themselves let stand,
Nor thanks to them be owing.
God is with us: through all the land
His mighty Wind is blowing.
O'er life, loss and gain,
Earth's pleasure and pain,
The wicked have power;
Yet lasts it but an hour:
The Kingdom's ours for ever!

To F ATHER , S ON , and H OLY G HOST ,
For ever be outpouring
All glory, from the heavenly host,
And saints on earth adoring;
Through time's utmost bound
That chorus resound,
And swell evermore,
Like stormy ocean's roar,
Through endless ages rolling.