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



*Sabaoth (or Zevaot) is the literal Hebrew pronunciation of Hosts, the LORD of Hosts – the Lord’s great war title.

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