Reformed Press Hymnal ‎#129

129. A Mighty Fortress Is Our God

1 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 pow'r are great,
And armed with cruel hate,
On earth is not his equal.

2 Did we in our own strength confide,
Our striving would be losing;
Were not the right Man on our side,
The Man of God's own choosing:.
Dost ask who that may be?
Christ Jesus, it is He;
Lord Sabaoth, His name,
From age to age the same.
And He must win the battle.

3 And tho' this world with devils filled
Should threaten to undo us;
We will not fear, for God hath willed
His truth to triumph thro' us.
The prince of darkness grim,
We tremble not for him;
His rage we can endure,
For lo! his doom is sure:
One little word shall fell him.

4 That word above all earthly pow'rs,
No thanks to them, abideth;
The Spirit and the gifts are ours,
Thro' Him who with us sideth.
Let goods and kindred go,
This mortal life also;
The body they may kill:
God's truth abideth still:
His kingdom is forever.

Amen.

Text Information

• First Line: A mighty fortress is our God
• Title: A Mighty Fortress Is Our God
• Author: Martin Luther
• Translator: Frederick H. Hedge
• Meter: P. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1934

Tune Information

• Name: EIN' FESTE BURG
• Composer: Martin Luther
• Meter: P. M.
• Key: D Major