Stony Brook School - Res Gestae Yearbook (Stony Brook, NY)

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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 power are great And armed with cruel hate On earth is not his equal Did we in our own strength confide Were not the right Man on our side The Man of God s own choosmg Dost ask who that may be? Christ Jesus it is He Lord Sabaoth His name From age to age the same And He must win the battle And though 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 prmce 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. Luther. Seek ye the Lord while he may be Call ye upon him while he is near. Isaiah Our striving would be losing, found

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