260. A Mighty Fortress Is Our God

1 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.

2 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.

3 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.

4 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 forever.

Text Information
First Line: A mighty fortress is our God
Title: A Mighty Fortress Is Our God
Author: Martin Luther (1529)
Translator: Frederick Henry Hedge (1852)
Meter: 8.7.8.7.6.6.6.6.7
Scripture: Psalm 46
Language: English
Tune Information
Name: EIN' FESTE BURG (ISOMETRIC)
Composer: Martin Luther (1529)
Meter: 8.7.8.7.6.6.6.6.7
Key: C Major



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