. Four princes;. ed; and, although it should be full ofdevils, and my body, Thy handiwork and crea-tion, be rent into fragments, yet Thy Word andSpirit are good to me. All this can befall onlythe body; the soul is Thine, and belongs to Thee,and shall abide with Thee eternally. Amen. Godhelp me. Amen. Afterwards, while confined in the castle ofthe Coburg, he turned this wonderful prayerinto his famous battle-hymn, which he set torough martial music that beats with the tread ofthe armies of the Lord of Hosts: A mighty fortress is our God,A towering shield and weapon;A mighty help mid every flood
. Four princes;. ed; and, although it should be full ofdevils, and my body, Thy handiwork and crea-tion, be rent into fragments, yet Thy Word andSpirit are good to me. All this can befall onlythe body; the soul is Thine, and belongs to Thee,and shall abide with Thee eternally. Amen. Godhelp me. Amen. Afterwards, while confined in the castle ofthe Coburg, he turned this wonderful prayerinto his famous battle-hymn, which he set torough martial music that beats with the tread ofthe armies of the Lord of Hosts: A mighty fortress is our God,A towering shield and weapon;A mighty help mid every floodOf ills that eer can ancient Prince of HellHath risen with purpose fell;Strong mail of craft and powerHe weareth in this hour—On earth is not his victor. By force of arms we nothing can—Full soon were we down-ridden,But for us fights the Mighty ManWhom God Himself hath ye, Who is this same?Christ Jesus is His Name,The Lord of Sabaoth,And Very God in truth—He conquers in this LUTHER Though devils all the earth should fill,Each watching to devour us,We tremble not, we fear no ill,They cannot overpower let the Prince of 111Look grim as eer he will,We feel no dread alarm;Hes judged; he cannot harm;Christs lightest Word shall stay him. The Word shall stand: this must they yield—Nor thank to them be for it;Christ is our Helper on this field,With His great gifts and though they take our life,Goods, honor, children, wife,So let their worst be done,Yet have they nothing won,—And we still have the Kingdom. And yet this man with the soul of a lion hadthe heart of a child. This great rock of a man, whose words were half-battles, who couldhurl fire and tempest into music, his soul leapingwith the exultation of war as he shouted, Amighty fortress is our God! could sing thus ofthe Infant Jesus: A Babe to-day is born for you,Of Mary, virgin pure and true;A Baby lovable and bright,To be your pleasure and delight. Ah, little Jesus ! B
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