1 A mighty Fortress is our God,
A trusty Shield and Weapon;
He helps us free from ev'ry need
That hath us now o'ertaken.
The old bitter Foe
Now means deadly woe:
Deep guile and great 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 is this?--
Jesus Christ it is,
Of Sabaoth, Lord,
And there's none other God,
He holds the field forever.
3 Tho' devils all the world should fill,
All eager to devour us,
We tremble not, we fear no ill,
They cannot overpow'r us.
This world's prince may still
Scowl fierce as he will,
He can harm us none,
He's judged; the deed is done;
One little word can fell him.
4 The Word they still shall let remain,
Nor any thank have for it;,
He's by our side upon the plain
With His good gifts and Spirit.
And take they our life,
Goods, fame, child, and wife,
Let these all be gone,
They yet have nothing won:
The Kingdom ours remaineth.
|First Line:||A mighty Fortress is our God|
|Title:||A Mighty Fortress Is Our God|
|German Title:||Ein' feste Burg ist unser Gott|
|Author:||Martin Luther (1529)|
|Topic:||The Church Year: Reformation|
|Name:||EIN' FESTE BURG|
|Composer:||Martin Luther (1529)|