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A Mighty Fortress Is Our God

EIN FESTE BURG (ISORHYTHMIC) · 8.7.8.7.6.6.6.6.7 · words Martin Luther · music Martin Luther

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A Mighty Fortress Is Our God thanks threat striv bul ing to en wark pow'rs, filled, fide, God, ly ils con our a no should our be er un them, to would nev a word though we might bove world, our for a this in y 2. Did 1. A And 4. That 3. earth dev strength is tress own with all our are hath the the for Man a gifts God on mid His the of through ours willed side, flood us, eth; ing; ing; bid do los fail it not the er and fear, right He, The We Were Our will Spir not help an that and of who our ness may cient The kin Dark dred Prince ask still goods Let foe go, grim, be? ills God's who to of tal Dost us umph own pre with tri Man Him truth mor For deth: us: ing: ing: si through choos vail may en His are they can pow'r bod rage Sa oth, y we ba and kill: dure, name, great, mor trem Je seek tal ble sus, to this we Christ doth woe; so; him; He; craft The His Lord His life not it work al for is us ev fell bat e is word win not for shall the his qual. er. him. tle. to a his with bid doom age cru truth lo, age armed God's for from and, king lit He earth His One dom tle must is sure, same, hate, eth is the el still, On And Martin Luther, 1918 EIN FESTE BURG (ISORHYTHMIC) 8.7.8.7.6.6.6.6.7 Martin Luther, 1917

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 though this world, with devils filled,
should threaten to undo us,
We will not fear, for God hath willed
His truth to triumph through 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
through 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.

Same meter but needs editorial underlay: WIR GLAUBEN ALL AN EINEN GOTT, SCHOEPFER.

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