The Cyber Hymnal ‎#5875

5875. A Safe Stronghold Our God Is Still

1. A safe stronghold our God is still,
A trusty shield and weapon;
He’ll help us clear from all the ill
That hath us now o’ertaken.
The ancient prince of hell
Hath risen with purpose fell;
Strong mail of craft and power
He weareth in this hour;
On earth is not his fellow.

2. With force of arms we nothing can,
Full soon were we down-ridden;
But for us fights the proper Man,
Whom God Himself hath bidden.
Ask ye, who is this same?
Christ Jesus is His name,
The Lord Sabaoth’s Son;
He, and no other one,
Shall conquer in the battle.

3. And were this world all devils o’er,
And watching to devour us,
We lay it not to heart so sore;
Not they can overpower us.
And let the prince of ill
Look grim as e’er he will,
He harms us not a whit;
For why? — his doom is writ;
A word shall quickly slay him.

4. God’s Word, for all their craft and force,
One moment will not linger,
But, spite of hell, shall have its course;
’Tis written by His finger.
And though they take our life,
Goods, honor, children, wife,
Yet is their profit small;
These things shall vanish all:
The City of God remaineth!

Text Information

• First Line: A safe stronghold our God is still
• Title: A Safe Stronghold Our God Is Still
• German Title: Ein' feste Burg ist unser Gott
• Author: Martin Luther (1529)
• Translator (from German): Thomas Carlyle
• Meter: 87.87.66.667
• Language: English
• Copyright: Public Domain

Tune Information

• Name: EIN' FESTE BURG
• Composer: Martin Luther (1529)
• Meter: 87.87.66.667
• Incipit: 11156 71765 17656
• Key: C Major
• Copyright: Public Domain