A Safe Stronghold Our God Is Still

- 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.
- 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.
- 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.
- God's word, for all their craft and force,
- One moment will not linger,
- But, spite of hell, shall have its course;
- 'This written by His finger.
- And though they take our life,
- Goods, honour, children, wife,
- Yet is their profit small:
- These things shall vanish all;
- The city of God remaineth. ......
Album: English Hymns, Artist: Martin Luther, Language: English, Viewed: 944 times