193a. A Mighty Fortress is Our God

1 A mighty Fortress is our God,
A trusty Shield and Weapon;
He helps us in our every need
That has us now o'ertaken.
The old malignant foe
Means us deadly woe:
Deep guile and cruel might
Are his dread arms in fight,
On earth is not his equal.

2 With might of ours can naught be done,
Soon were our loss effected:
But for us fights the valiant One
Whom God Himself elected,
Ask ye who this may be?
Jesus Christ, 'tis He,
As Lord of Hosts adores,
Our only King and Lord,
He holds the field forever.

3 Though devils all the world should fill,
All watching to devour us,
We tremble not, we fear no ill,
They cannot overpower us.
For this world's prince may still,
Scowl fierce as he will,
We need not be alarmed,
For he is now disarmed;
One little word o'erthrows him.

4 The Word thy still shall let remain,
Nor any thanks have for it;
He's by our side upon the plain,
With His good gifts and Spirit,
Take they, then, what they will,
Life, goods, all; and still,
E'en when their worst is done,
They yet have nothing won,
The kingdom ours remaineth.

Text Information
First Line: A mighty Fortress is our God
Title: A Mighty Fortress is Our God
Author: Martin Luther, 1483-1546 (1529)
Meter: 8 7, 8 7, 6 5, 6 6 7.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1901
Topic: The Church
Notes: First Version
Tune Information
Name: EIN FESTE BURG IST UNSER GOTT
Composer: Martin Luther, 1483-1546 (1529)
Meter: 8 7, 8 7, 6 5, 6 6 7.



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