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1 A mighty Fortress is our God,
A trusty Shield and Weapon;
He helps us free from every need
That hath us now o'ertaken.
The old bitter foe
Means us deadly woe:
Deep guile and great might
Are his dread arms in fight,
On earth is not his equal.
2 With might of ours can naught be done,
Soon were our loss effected;
But for us fights the Valiant One
Whom God Himself elected.
Ask ye, Who is this?
Jesus Christ it is,
Of Sabaoth Lord,
And there's none other God,
He holds the field for ever.
3 Though devils all the world should fill,
All watching to devour us,
We tremble not, we fear no ill,
They cannot overpower us.
This world's prince may still
Scowl fierce as he will,
He can harm us none,
He's judged, the deed is done,
One little word o'erthrows him.
4 The Word they still shall let remain,
And not a thank have for it,
He's by our side upon the plain,
With His good gifts and Spirit,
Take thy then our life,
Goods, fame, child and wife;
When their worst is done,
They yet have nothing won,
The Kingdom ours remaineth.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | A mighty Fortress is our God |
German Title: | Ein feste Burg ist unser Gott |
Author: | Martin Luther (1529) |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1890 |
Topic: | The Church: Festival of the Reformation; Lent, First Sunday; Twenty First Sunday after Trinity |
Tune Information | |
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Name: | EIN FESTE BURG IST UNSER GOTT |
Key: | D Major |
Notes: | Composer: Luther, 1529 |