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1. Ein' feste Burg ist unser Gott,
ein' gute Wehr und Waffen;
er hilft uns frei aus aller Not,
die uns jetzt hat betroffen.
Der alt' böse Feind,
mit Ernst er's jetzt meint,
groß' Macht und viel List
sein' grausam' Rüstung ist,
auf Erd' ist nicht seinsgleichen.
2. Mit uns'rer Macht ist nichts getan, wir
sind gar bald verloren;
es streit' für uns der rechte Mann,
den Gott hat selbst erkoren.
Fragst du, wer der ist?
Er heißt Jesus Christ,
der Herr Zebaoth,
und ist kein and'rer Gott,
das Feld muß er behalten.
3. Und wenn die Welt voll Teufel wär' und wollt' uns gar verschlingen,
so fürchten wir uns nicht so sehr,
es soll uns doch gelingen.
Der Fürst dieser Welt,
wie sau'r er sich stellt,
tut er uns doch nicht,
das macht, er ist gericht',
ein Wörtlein kann ihn fällen.
4. Das Wort sie sollen lassen stahn und kein' Dank dazu haben;
er ist bei uns wohl auf dem Plan
mit seinem Geist und Gaben.
Nehmen sie den Leib,
Gut, Ehr', Kind und Weib:
Laß fahren dahin,
sie haben's kein' Gewinn,
das Reich muß uns doch bleiben.
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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 power 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 powers,
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.
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1. A
mighty fortress is our God,
a trusty shield and weapon;
He helps us free from every need
that hath us now overtaken.
The old evil foe
now means deadly woe;
deep guile and great might
are his dread arms in fight;
on Earth is not his equal.
2. With
might of ours can naught be done,
soon were our loss effected;
but for us fights the Valiant One,
whom God Himself elected.
Ask ye, who is this?
Jesus Christ it is.
Of Sabbath Lord,
and there's none other God;
He holds the field forever.
3. Though
devils all the world should fill,
all eager to devour us.
We tremble not, we fear no ill,
they shall 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 can fell him.
4. The Word
they still shall let remain
nor any thanks have for it;
He's by our side upon the
plain
with His good gifts and Spirit.
And take they our life,
goods, fame, child and wife,
let these all be gone,
they yet have nothing won;
the Kingdom ours remaineth.
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