A safe stronghold our God is still,
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A safe stronghold our God is still, A trusty shield and weapon; He'll help us clear from all the ill That hath us now o'ertaken. The ancient prince of hell Hath risen with purpose fell; Strong mail of craft and power He weareth in this hour; On earth is not his fellow. With force of arms we nothing can; Full soon were we down-ridden; But for us fights the proper Man, Whom God himself hath bidden. Ask ye, who is this same? Christ Jesus is his name, The Lord Sabaoth's Son; He, and no other one, Shall conquer in the battle. And were this world all devils o'er, And watching to devour us, Lay it not to heart so sore; Nor can they overpower us. And let the prince of ill Look grim as e'er he will, He harms us not a whit: For why, his doom is writ; A word shall quickly slay him. God's word, for all their craft and force, One moment will not linger, But, spite of hell, shall have its course; 'Tis written by his finger. And though they take our life, Goods, honour, children, wife, Yet is their profit small; These things shall vanish all; The city of God remaineth. |
Scutum Deus cum gladio et forte munimentum, omnique expediet malo quod nobis est intenturn. Rex infernorum stat, qui dira cogitat, vi cinctus et dolis: est nemo similis terrestri gente natus. Per arma nihil possumus, nam pessum sic iremus; sed nobis a Deo datus est hominum supremus: si nomen quaeritis, est Jesus Christus is, Conductor Agminum: nurm scitis alium in proelio victorem? Si mille nos diaboli vorare destinabunt, non erimus perterriti, nec illi nos domabunt; non rex malitiae ferus formidine nocere poterit: iam se damnatum scit, quem verbulum prosternet. Non possunt Verbum laedere, et opus est ingratum: Divinum nos in acie recipirnus afflatum. Despolient bonis, uxore, liberis; cum vita, tum decus cedatur hostibus: e Regno non pellemur. |