LUTHER’S REFORMATION HYMN

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
Now means our deadly woe:
Deep guile and great might
Are his dread arms in fight,
On earth is not his equal.

With might of ours naught can be done,
Our loss were soon effected;
But for us fights the Valiant One,
Whom God Himself elected.
Ask ye, Who is this?
Jesus Christ it is,
Lord of Sabaoth,
There is no other God,
He holds the field for ever.

Though devils all the world should fill,
All watching to devour us,
We tremble not, we fear no ill,
They can not 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.

The word they still shall let remain,
Nor any thank have for it,
The Lord’s with us upon the plain
With His good gifts and Spirit;
Take they then our life,
When their worst is done,
They yet have nothing won:
The kingdom ours remaineth.

1529.

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