A Mighty Fortress is our God

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 does seek to work us woe;
his craft and power are great, 
and armed with cruel hate,
on earth is not his equal.

...

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. 

— 1528

The Church’s One Foundation

The Church's one foundation is Jesus Christ her Lord;
she is his new creation by water and the word:
from heaven he came and sought her to be his holy bride;
with his own blood he bought her, and for her life he died.

...

Though with a scornful wonder men see her sore oppressed,
by schisms rent asunder, by heresies distressed,
yet saints their watch are keeping, their cry goes up, "How long?"
And soon the night of weeping shall be the morn of song.

Amid toil and tribulation, and tumult of her war,
she waits the consummation of peace for evermore;
till with the vision glorious her longing eyes are blest,
and the great Church victorious shall be the Church at rest.

—1866

How Firm a Foundation

How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord,
is laid for your faith in his excellent word!
What more can he say than to you he hath said,
you who to Jesus for refuge have fled?

Fear not, I am with thee; oh, be not dismayed!
For I am thy God, and will still give thee aid;
I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand
upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand.

— 1787

My Hope is Built on Nothing Less

My hope is built on nothing less
than Jesus' blood and righteousness;
I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
but wholly lean on Jesus' name.

On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand-
All other ground is sinking sand,
All other ground is sinking sand.

When darkness seems to hide His face
I rest on His unchanging grace.
In every high and stormy gale,
my anchor holds within the veil.

— 1834 // 2012

All My Hope on God is Founded. 

All my hope on God is founded; all my trust he will renew;
safe through change and chance he guides me, only good and only true:
God unknown, he alone
calls my heart to be his own.

Human pride and earthly glory, sword and crown betray God's trust; 
though with care and toil we build them, tower and temple fall to dust.
But God's power,
hour by hour,
is my temple and my tower.

— translated 1899