T
Thorolfr
Guest
I love Reformation Day. In my Lutheran church, most people wear red to church that day and for our sending hymn at the end, we always sings Luther’s “A Mighty Fortress is Our God”:
A mighty fortress is our God,
A sword and shield victorious.
He breaks the cruel oppressor’s rod
And wins salvation glorious.
The old satanic foe
Has sworn to work us woe.
With craft and dreadful might
He arms himself to fight.
On Earth he has no equal.
No strength of ours can match his might.
We would be lost, rejected.
But now a champion comes to fight,
Whom God Himself elected.
You ask who this may be.
The Lord of Hosts is He.
Christ Jesus, mighty Lord,
God’s only son, adored,
He holds the field victorious.
Though hordes of devils fill the land,
All threatening to devour us,
We tremble not! Unmoved, we stand;
They cannot overpower us.
Let this world’s tyrants rage;
In battle we’ll engage!
His might is doomed to fail,
God’s judgment must prevail-
One little word subdues him.
God’s Word forever shall abide,
No thanks to foes who fear it,
For God himself fights by our side
With weapons of the Spirit.
Were they to take our house,
Goods, honor, child or spouse,
Though life be wrenched away,
They cannot win the day;
The Kingdom’s ours forever.
Then after the church service, we all sit down for beer and brats with sauerkraut.
A mighty fortress is our God,
A sword and shield victorious.
He breaks the cruel oppressor’s rod
And wins salvation glorious.
The old satanic foe
Has sworn to work us woe.
With craft and dreadful might
He arms himself to fight.
On Earth he has no equal.
No strength of ours can match his might.
We would be lost, rejected.
But now a champion comes to fight,
Whom God Himself elected.
You ask who this may be.
The Lord of Hosts is He.
Christ Jesus, mighty Lord,
God’s only son, adored,
He holds the field victorious.
Though hordes of devils fill the land,
All threatening to devour us,
We tremble not! Unmoved, we stand;
They cannot overpower us.
Let this world’s tyrants rage;
In battle we’ll engage!
His might is doomed to fail,
God’s judgment must prevail-
One little word subdues him.
God’s Word forever shall abide,
No thanks to foes who fear it,
For God himself fights by our side
With weapons of the Spirit.
Were they to take our house,
Goods, honor, child or spouse,
Though life be wrenched away,
They cannot win the day;
The Kingdom’s ours forever.
Then after the church service, we all sit down for beer and brats with sauerkraut.