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1 A mighty stronghold is our God,
A sure defence and weapon;
He helps us free from every need
Which hath us now o'ertaken.
The old angry foe
Now means us deadly woe;
Deep guile and great might
Are his dread arms in fight,--
On earth is not his equal.
2 In our own strength can naught be done--
Our loss were soon effected;
There fights for us the Proper One,
By God himself elected.
Ask you who frees us?
It is Christ Jesus--
The Lord Sabaoth,
There is no other God;
He'll hold the field of battle.
3 And were the world with devils filled,
All waiting to devour us;
We'll still succeed, so God hath willed,--
They cannot overpower us:
The Prince of this world
To hell shall be hurled;
He seeks to alarm,
But shall do us no harm;
The smallest Word can fell him.
4 The Word they still must let remain,
And for that have no merit;
For he is with us on the plain,
By his good gifts and Spirit:
Destroy they our life,
Goods, fame, child and wife?
Let all pass amain,
They still no conquest gain,
For ours is still the kingdom.
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First Line: | A mighty stronghold is our God |
Meter: | P. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1870 |
Topic: | Reformation Festival |
Notes: | Author from index: Luther |