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A safe stronghold our God is still




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,
We lay it not to heart so sore;
Not they can 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 shall 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.

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LYRICS
Meter: 8 7 8 7 6 6 6 6 7
Writer(s):
    Trans/Adapted:
      Dates: 1529
      Bible Refs: Eph 6:10-12; Jam 4:7; 1 Pe 5:8; 1 Jn 3:8; Rev 20:10;
      MUSIC
      Name: EIN' FESTE BURG (FORTRESS)
      Meter: 8 7 8 7 6 6 6 6 7
      Writer(s):
        Dates: 1529
        SCORE PREVIEW
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        ALTERNATIVE TUNES
        Name meter
        8 7 8 7 6 6 6 6 7
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