51 - A mighty Fortress is our God
 
1 A mighty Fortress is our God,
A Bulwark never failing;
Our Helper He amid the flood
Of mortal ills prevaling.
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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Maarten Luther
Kerkhervormer Maarten Luther
(1483-1546).
(Hij is de auteur van dit lied.
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.

Tekst: Maarten Luther
Engelse vertaling: Frederick H. Hedge
Muziek: Maarten Luther
Nederlandse vertaling: Bundel Johan de Heer - lied 413, Opwekking - lied 370,
Gezang 97, Liedboek voor de kerken - lied 401 - Een vaste Burcht is onze God
Schrift: Psalm 46:2