Ein feste Burg ist unser Gott

As today is reformation day, there is one hymn that comes to mind. Most of you can probably guess.  A mighty Fortress Is Our God. As a daughter of a German immigrant, I take a special interest in the German side of this hymn. It was first penned in this language by Martin Luther himself, and I think that you cannot get the full depth of this song until you hear it in its native tongue. So here it is.  Enjoy!
 I will not write a history of this hymn right now because I would like to include it in a biographical post of Luther at another time.
   Here are the words in English for those of you who do not know them.

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 power are great,
And, armed with cruel hate,
On earth is not his equal.

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 Sabboth, his name,
From age to age the same,
And He must win the battle.

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.

That word above all earthly powers
Not 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...

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