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His Doom Is Sure, One Little Word Shall Fell Him. Full Text 1 A mighty fortress is our God, A bulwark never failing Our helper He, amid the flood Of mortal ills prevailing. Martin Luther - A Mighty Fortress Is Our God Lyrics Artist: Martin Luther Album: Joy to the World: A Baroque Christmas Heyo SONGLYRICS just got interactive. SONG BOOK, 19 EDITIONS, #1 REFERENCES: MORGAN, ROBERT J., THEN SINGS MY SOUL S.A. 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. About eighty English versions are available, including one by Thomas Carlisle, but the one shown here is most well-known, especially in North America. Apparently it was difficult to translate the hymn into English because the German text is so vivid. The above song certainly shows his awareness of our constant battle against Satan. To this end, he wrote a number of hymns himself, sometimes borrowing secular tunes, just as the Salvation Army’s founder, William Booth, liked to do! For this Luther was sometimes criticised, as the music was connected to taverns, and he was forced to “let the devil have it back again”. For lo his doom is sure, One little word shall fell him. When the Protestant Reformation began, Luther wanted to bring musical worship back to the church, especially in the form of congregational hymns sung in everyday language. A mighty fortress is our God, A sword and shield victorious He breaks the cruel oppressors. It became the song of the Reformation, and an expression of faith to the present hour. As a boy he sang in a choir that performed at weddings and funerals, and also played the flute. Martin Luther wrote his famous hymn, A Mighty Fortress is Our God, on the strength of Psalm 46. He lived from 1483 to 1546.īesides being a great Christian reformer, Bible translator and political leader, Martin Luther was an excellent musician. Luther also wrote the tune, drawing on his background in an area of Germany known for its music. In our own pow’r we’d only fail, We would be lost forever. Given his pastoral heart, he sought to bring spiritual counsel to struggling souls. It was penned by the great 16th-century reformer Martin Luther, who believed God’s power could help believers overcome great difficulties even depression. Our ancient, vicious foe Aims to seek and destroy, And armed with might and lies, He wars and terrifies, And none on earth can match him. The hymn A Mighty Fortress Is Our God gloriously celebrates God’s power. He alone helps in all the needs That have us overtaken. With this week’s hymn, we have one definitely written by Martin Luther, and translated into English by Frederic Henry Hedge. A massive fortress is our God, A strong defense and weapon. 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.And though this world, with demons filled,Īt Christmastime we read of the controversial, mysterious authorship of Away in a Manger, which is sometimes called Luther’s Cradle Hymn. His rage we can endure, for lo, his doom is sure. 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. For still our ancient foe Doth seek to work us woe His craft and power are great And armed with cruel hate, On earth is not his equal. sure still still ask prince goods craft rage bod - an that dark kin - powr 0th can they cient may. for lo, his doom is sure one little word shall fell him. A Mighty Fortress Is Our God God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble. 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. 1 A mighty fortress is our God, A bulwark never failing Our helper He, amid the flood Of mortal ills prevailing. 1 A mighty fortress is our God, a bulwark never failing our helper he, amid the flood of mortal ills prevailing. 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.
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