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.
- With force of arms we nothing can,
- full soon were we down ridden;
- but for us fights the proper Man
- whom God Himself has 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;
- „tis 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: 1595 times