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A safe stronghold our God is still

Martin Luther (Ein feste Burg ist unser Gott) translated by Thomas Carlyle

This is the British counterpart of F. H. Hedge's A mighty fortress is our God

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1 A safe stronghold our God is still,
  Our shield and surest weapon;
  He will deliver from the ill
  That hath us now o'ertaken.
  Our old deadly foe  
  Now aims his last blow;
  Deep guile and strong power
  He boasteth in this hour:
  On earth is not his equal.

2 By strength of ours could naught be done;
  The strife full soon were ended,
  But for us fights the valiant One,
  By God himself commended.
  As you, "Who is He?"
  Christ Jesus! There see
  The Lord Saboath,  
  Our God and Saviou  r both—
  He conquers in thi  s battle.

3 Though devils all the earth should fill,
  Each watching to devour us,
  We tremble not, we fear no ill
  They cannot overpower us.
  The false prince of hell
  May rage, rave and swell;
  He harms not a hair,
  We shall escape his snare;
  Christ's lightest word shall stay him.

4 His word for ever shall abide,
  Our foes can ne'er destroy it,
  He standteh ever at our side,
  And cheers us by His Spirit.
  And take they our life,
  Goods, fame, children, wife,
  When their worst is done,
  Yet have they nothing won--
  We shall receive the kingdom.

Tune: EIN FESTE BURG