A mighty fortress is our God!
A tow’r of strength ne’er failing.
A helper mighty is our God,
O’er ills of life prevailing

A mighty fortress is our God!
He overcometh all.
He saveth from the fall.
His might and pow’r are great.
He all things did create.
And he shall reign forevermore.

A mighty fortress is our God!

Joshua fit the Battle, the Battle of Jericho.
Joshua fit the Battle of Jericho and the walls come tumbalin’ down.
Talk about your kings of Gideon,
Talk about your men of Saul,
But none like good old Joshua at the Battle of Jericho.
That mornin’ Joshua fit the Battle of Jericho,
And the walls come tumbalin’ down.

Right up to the walls of Jericho,
He marched with spear in hand.
"Go blow that ramhorn!" Joshua cried.
‘Cause the battle am in my hand, God Almighty,
Then the lamb, ram, sheep horns begin to blow
And the trumpet begins to sound,
Joshua commanded the children to shout!
Oh Lord, yes, shout and the walls come a tumbalin’ down.

Oh Lord, you know that Joshua fit the Battle, the Battle of Jericho
Joshua fit the Battle of Jericho and the walls come tumbalin’ down.

You are not hidden.
There’s never been a moment you were forgotten.
You are not hopeless, though you have been broken,
Your innocence stolen.
I hear you whisper underneath your breath,
I hear your SOS, your SOS.
I will send out an army to find you
in the middle of the darkest night, it’s true.
I will rescue you.

There is no distance that cannot be covered over and over.
You’re not defenseless.
I’ll be your shelter, I’ll be your armor.
I hear you whisper underneath your breath.
I hear your SOS, your SOS.
I will send out an army to find you
in the middle of the darkest night, it’s true.
I will rescue you.

I will never stop marching to reach you
in the middle of the hardest fight, it’s true.
Oh, I will rescue you.

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord;
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword;
His truth is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.
I have seen Him in the watchfires of a hundred circling camps;

They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps;
I can read His righteous sentence in the dim and flaring lamps,
His day is marching on.
Truth is marching, truth is marching, Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.

In the beauty of the lilies, Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me:
As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free,
While God is marching on.
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! His truth is marching on.

When you see the millions of the mouthless dead
Across your dreams in pale battalions go,
Say not soft things as other men have said,
That you’ll remember. For you need not so.
Give them not praise. For, deaf, how should they know
It is not curses heaped on each gashed head?
Nor tears. Their blind eyes see not your tears flow.
Nor honour. It is easy to be dead.
Say only this, “They are dead.” Then add thereto,
“Yet many a better one has died before.”
Then, scanning all the o’ercrowded mass, should you
Perceive one face that you loved heretofore,
It is a spook. None wears the face you knew.
Great death has made all his for evermore.

Bruised wood, lost wood of a winter's journey
Ship where the snow takes hold
Wood of asylum, dead wood where without hope I dream
Of the sea to the shattered mirrors
A great moment of cold water seized the drowned
The crowd of my body suffers from it
I grow weak, I scatter myself
I confess my life, I confess my death, I confess others.

Beat! beat! drums! blow! bugles! blow!
Through the windows, through the doors, burst like a ruthless force,
Into the solemn church, and scatter the congregation,
Into the school where the scholar is studying;
Leave not the bridegroom quiet, no happiness must he have now with his bride,
Nor the peaceful farmer any peace, ploughing his field or gathering his grain,
So fierce you whirr and pound you drums, so shrill you bugles blow.
Beat! beat! drums! blow! bugles! blow!
Over the traffic of cities, over the rumble of wheels in the streets;
Are beds prepared for sleepers at night in the houses? no sleepers must sleep in those beds,
No bargainers' bargains by day, would they continue?

Would the talkers be talking? would the singer attempt to sing?
Then rattle quicker, heavier drums, you bugles wilder blow!
Beat! beat! drums! blow! bugles! blow!
Make no parley, stop for no expostulation,
Mind not the timid, mind not the weeper or prayer,
Mind not the old man beseeching the young man,
Let not the child's voice be heard, nor the mother's entreaties,
Make even the trestles to shake the dead where they lie awaiting the hearses,
So strong you thump O terrible drums, so loud you bugles blow.

When despair for the world grows in me,
And I wake in the night at the least sound
In fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake rests
In his beauty on the water,
I go and lie down where the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
Who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief.
I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars, waiting with their light.
For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and I am free.

O Holy Father I will be a child of peace and purity
For well I know Thy hand will bless the seeker after righteousness.

I’ve got peace like a river, I’ve got peace like a river,
I’ve got peace like a river in my soul.
I’ve got love like an ocean, I’ve got love like an ocean,
I’ve got love like an ocean in my soul.
I’ve got pain like an arrow, I’ve got pain like an arrow,
I’ve got pain like an arrow in my soul.

I’ve got peace like a river, I’ve got peace like a river,
I’ve got peace like a river in my soul.
Not as the world giveth peace.
Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you.
I’ve got joy like a fountain, I’ve got joy like a fountain,
I’ve got joy like a fountain in my soul.
I’ve got joy like a fountain, love like an ocean, peace like a river in my soul.

Peace, Peace, Shalom.
Peace I leave with you, my peace I give to you.