The Hymnal ‎#213

213. A mighty Fortress is our God

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,
Our striving would be losing;
Were not the right man on our side,
The man of God's own choosing:
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 prince 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 for ever.

Text Information

• First Line: A mighty Fortress is our God
• Author: Martin Luther (1529)
• Translator: Frederick H. Hedge (1852)
• Meter: P.M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1916
• Topic: Sundays after Trinity; Sundays after Trinity: Faith; Sunday Schools: General Use; Parochial Missions

Tune Information

• Name: EIN FESTE BURG
• Composer: Martin Luther (1529)
• Meter: P.M.
• Incipit: 11156 71765 17656
• Key: D Major
• Notes: A lower setting is provided at #214