I read a different translation of Luther's hymn A Mighty Fortress is Our God this morning. I found it in my old 1897 Presbyterian Hymnal. The words were such an encouragement to me. If you know the tune to A Mighty Fortress is Our God you can sing along in worship. :)
A safe stronghold our God is still,
A trusty shield and weapon;
By His right arm He surely will
Free from all ills that happen.
For still our ancient foe
Doth seek to work us woe;
Strong mail of craft and power
He weareth for the hour;
On earth is not his fellow.
Stood we alone in our own might,
Our striving would be losing;
For us the one true Man doth fight,
The Man of God's own choosing.
Who is this chosen One?
'Tis Jesus Christ, the Son,
The Lord of Hosts, 'tis He
Who wins the victory
In every field of battle.
And were the world with devils filled,
And watching to devour us,
Our souls to fear we need not yield,
They cannot overpower us;
Their dreaded Prince no more
Can harm us as of yore;
His rage we can endure;
For lo! his doom is sure,
A word shall overthrow him.
Still must they leave God's word its might,
For which no thanks they merit;
Still is He with us in the fight,
With His good gifts and Spirit.
Even should they, in the strife,
Take kindred, goods, and life,
We freely let them go,
They profit not the foe;
With us remains the kingdom.