Hymnal ‎#397

397. A Mountain Fastness is our God

1 A Mountain Fastness is our God,
On which our souls are planted:
And though the fierce foe rage abroad,
Our hearts are nothing daunted.
What though he beset,
With weapon and net,
Array'd in death-strife?
In God are help and life:
He is our Sword and Armour.

2 By our own might we naught can do;
To trust it were sure losing;
For us must fight the right and True,
The Man of god's own choosing.
Dost ask for His Name?
Christ Jesus we claim;
The Lord God of hosts;
The only God; vain boasts
Of others fall before Him.

3 What though the troops of Satan fill'd
The world with hostile forces?
E'en though our fears should all be still'd:
In God are our resources.
The world and its King
No terrors can bring;
Their threats are no worth:
Their doom is now gone forth:
A singe word can quell them.

4 God's word through all shall have free sway,
And ask no man's permission:
The Spirit and His gifts convey
Strength to defy perdition.
The body to kill,
Wife, children, at will,
The wicked have power:
Yet last it but an hour!
The kingdom's ours for ever!

5 To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
For ever be outpouring
One chorus from the heavenly host
And saints on earth adoring!
That chorus resound
To earth's utmost bound,
And spread from shore to shore,
Like stormy ocean's roar,
Through endless ages rolling.

Text Information

• First Line: A Mountain Fastness is our God
• Meter: P. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1871
• Topic: The Christian Life: Faith

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