If God Himself be for me, I may a host defy

If God Himself be for me, I may a host defy; For when I pray, before me My foes, confounded, fly. If Christ, the head and master, Befriend me from above, What foe or what disaster Can drive me from His love? He canceled my offenses, Delivered me from death; He is the Lord who cleanses My soul from sin through faith. In Him I can be cheerful, Courageous on my way; In Him I am not fearful Of God's great Judgment Day. For no one can condemn me Or set my hope aside; Now hell no more can claim me; Its fury I deride. No sentence now reproves me, No guilt destroys my peace; For Christ, my Savior, loves me And shields me with His grace. Who clings with resolution To Him whom Satan hates Must look for persecution; For him the burden waits Of mock'ry, shame, and losses Heaped on his blameless head; A thousand plagues and crosses Will be his daily bread. No danger, thirst, or hunger, No pain or poverty, No earthly tyrant's anger Shall ever vanquish me. Though earth should break asunder, My fortress You shall be; No fire or sword or thunder Shall sever You from me!