The
War Song
Martin
Luther, like David,
Peter and Solomon, and all the saints, had a Satanic
streak which manifested itself in his extreme frustration with the
Jews,
this lead to appalling
consequences in the
20th century.
The
English translation of his
famous war hymn is magisterial and reflects his spiritual stature.
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 has
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 so e’er he will,
He
harms not a whit;
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.
Martin
Luther (1483-1546)
Translated Thomas Carlyle
1795-1881
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*Sabaoth
(or Zevaot) is
the literal Hebrew
pronunciation of Hosts, the LORD of Hosts – the Lord’s great war title.