213. A safe stronghold our God is still

1 A safe stronghold our God is still,
a trusty shield and weapon;
he'll keep 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.

2 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.

*3 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.

*4 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.

Text Information
First Line: A safe stronghold our God is still
German Title: Ein' feste Burg
Author: Martin Luther, 1483-1546
Translator: Thomas Carlyle, 1795-1881
Meter: 8.7.8.7.6.6.6.6.7
Language: English
Publication Date: 2010
Scripture:
Topic: General Hymns: God the Father
Tune Information
Name: EIN' FESTE BURG
Composer: Martin Luther, 1483-1546
Meter: 8.7.8.7.6.6.6.6.7
Key: C Major



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