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Thomas Sternhold·Reformation
Verse 1
O God, my Strength and Fortitude,
Of force I must love Thee;
Thou art my Castle and Defence
In my necessity.
Verse 2
The Lord Jehovah is my God,
My Rock, my Strength, my Wealth;
My strong Deliverer, and my Trust,
My spirit’s only Health.
Verse 3
In my distress I sought my God,
I sought Jehovah’s face:
My cry before Him came; He heard
Out of His holy place.
Verse 4
The Lord descended from above
And bowed the heavens most high,
And underneath His feet He cast
The darkness of the sky.
Verse 5
On cherub and on cherubim
Full royally He rode,
And on the wings of mighty winds
Came flying all abroad.
Verse 6
The voice of God did thunder high,
The lightnings answered keen,
The channels of the deep were bared,
The world’s foundations seen.
Verse 7
And so delivered He my soul:
Who is a rock but He?
He liveth—blessed be my Rock,
My God exalted be.
Thomas Sternhold, “O God, My Strength and Fortitude”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 117 · C.M. · (Hermann)
Martin Luther, 1529; tr. Frederick H. Hedge, 1853·Reformation
Verse 1
A mighty Fortress is our God,
A Bulwark never failing;
Our Helper He amid the flood
Of mortal ills prevailing:
For still our ancient foe
Doth seek to work us woe;
His craft and power are great,
And, armed with cruel hate,
On earth is not his equal.
Verse 2
Did we in our own strength confide,
Our striving would be losing;
Were not the right Man on our side,
The Man of God’s own choosing:
Dost ask who that may be?
Christ Jesus, it is He;
Lord Sabaoth His Name,
From age to age the same,
And He must win the battle.
Verse 3
And though this world, with devils filled,
Should threaten to undo us;
We will not fear, for God hath willed
His truth to triumph through us:
The prince of darkness grim,—
We tremble not for him;
His rage we can endure,
For lo! his doom is sure,
One little word shall fell him.
Verse 4
That word above all earthly powers,
No thanks to them, abideth;
The Spirit and the gifts are ours
Through Him who with us sideth:
Let goods and kindred go,
This mortal life also:
The body they may kill:
God’s truth abideth still,
His kingdom is for ever.
Presbyterian 1895 No. 121 · 8.7.8.7.6.6.6.7. · Ein' Feste Burg
Petrus Herbert; tr. Catherine Winkworth, 1863·Reformation
Verse 1
Now God be with us, for the night is closing;
The light and darkness are of His disposing;
And ’neath His shadow here to rest we yield us,
For He will shield us.
Verse 2
Let evil thoughts and spirits flee before us;
Till morning cometh, watch, O Master, o’er us;
In soul and body Thou from harm defend us,
Thine angels send us.
Verse 3
Let holy thoughts be ours when sleep o’ertakes us;
Our earliest thoughts be Thine when morning wakes us;
All day serve Thee, in all that we are doing
Thy praise pursuing.
Verse 4
As Thy beloved, soothe the sick and weeping,
And bid the prisoner lose his griefs in sleeping;
Widows and orphans, we to Thee commend them,
Do Thou befriend them.
Verse 5
We have no refuge, none on earth to aid us,
Save Thee, O Father, who Thine own hast made us;
But Thy dear presence will not leave them lonely,
Who seek Thee only.
Verse 6
Father, Thy Name be praised, Thy kingdom given,
Thy will be done on earth as ’tis in heaven;
Keep us in life, forgive our sins, deliver
Us now and ever.
Presbyterian 1895 No. 14 · 11.11.11.5. · Now God Be with Us
Martin Luther·Reformation
Verse 1
All praise to Thee, Eternal Lord,
Clothed in a garb of flesh and blood;
Choosing a manger for Thy throne,
While worlds on worlds are Thine alone.
Verse 2
Once did the skies before Thee bow;
A Virgin’s arms contain Thee now:
Angels who did in Thee rejoice
Now listen for Thine infant voice.
Verse 3
A little Child, Thou art our Guest,
That weary ones in Thee may rest;
Forlorn and lowly is Thy birth,
That we may rise to heaven from earth.
Verse 4
Thou comest in the darksome night
To make us children of the light,
To make us, in the realms Divine,
Like Thine own angels round Thee shine.
Verse 5
All this for us Thy love hath done;
By this to Thee our love is won:
For this we tune our cheerful lays,
And shout our thanks in ceaseless praise.
Martin Luther, “All Praise to Thee, Eternal Lord”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 184 · L.M. · (Canonbury)
Michael Weisse, 1531; tr. Catherine Winkworth, 1858·Reformation
Verse 1
Christ the Lord is risen again;
Christ hath broken every chain:
Hark, angelic voices cry,
Singing evermore on high, Alleluia!
Verse 2
He who gave for us His life,
Who for us endured the strife,
Is our Paschal Lamb to-day;
We too sing for joy, and say, Alleluia!
Verse 3
He who bore all pain and loss
Comfortless upon the Cross,
Lives in glory now on high,
Pleads for us and hears our cry; Alleluia!
Verse 4
He who slumbered in the grave,
Is exalted now to save,
Now through Christendom it rings
That the Lamb is King of kings, Alleluia!
Verse 5
Now He bids us tell abroad
How the lost may be restored,
How the penitent forgiven,
How we too may enter heaven, Alleluia!
Verse 6
Thou our Paschal Lamb indeed,
Christ, to-day Thy people feed;
Take our sins and guilt away,
That we all may sing for aye, Alleluia!
Presbyterian 1895 No. 243 · 7.7.7.7. with Alleluia · (Wirtemburg)
Martin Luther·Reformation
Verse 1
A mighty Fortress is our God,
A Bulwark never failing;
Our Helper He amid the flood
Of mortal ills prevailing:
For still our ancient foe
Doth seek to work us woe;
His craft and power are great,
And, armed with cruel hate,
On earth is not his equal.
Verse 2
Did we in our own strength confide,
Our striving would be losing;
Were not the right Man on our side,
The Man of God’s own choosing:
Dost ask who that may be?
Christ Jesus, it is He;
Lord Sabaoth His Name,
From age to age the same,
And He must win the battle.
Verse 3
And though this world, with devils filled,
Should threaten to undo us;
We will not fear, for God hath willed
His truth to triumph through us:
The prince of darkness grim,—
We tremble not for him;
His rage we can endure,
For lo! his doom is sure,
One little word shall fell him.
Verse 4
That word above all earthly powers,
No thanks to them, abideth;
The Spirit and the gifts are ours
Through Him who with us sideth:
Let goods and kindred go,
This mortal life also:
The body they may kill:
God’s truth abideth still,
His kingdom is for ever.
Gospel Hymns 1895 No. 414 · 8.7.8.7.6.6.6.7. · Ein' Feste Burg
John Marckant, 1561: recast by Bishop Reginald Heber, publ. 1827·Reformation
Verse 1
O Lord, turn not Thy face away
From them that lowly lie,
Lamenting sore their sinful life
With tears and bitter cry.
Verse 2
Thy mercy-gates are open wide
To them that mourn their sin;
O shut them not against us, Lord,
But let us enter in.
Verse 3
We need not to confess our fault,
For surely Thou canst tell;
What we have done, and what we are,
Thou knowest very well.
Verse 4
Wherefore, to beg and to entreat,
With tears we come to Thee,
As children that have done amiss
Fall at their father’s knee.
Verse 5
And need we, then, O Lord, repeat
The blessing which we crave,
When Thou dost know, before we speak,
The thing that we would have?
Verse 6
Mercy, O Lord, mercy we seek,
This is the total sum;
For mercy, Lord, is all our prayer;
O let Thy mercy come.
Presbyterian 1895 No. 468 · C.M. · St. Mary
Martin Luther, 1535; tr. Catherine Winkworth, 1855·Reformation
Verse 1
“From heaven above to earth I come,
To bear good news to every home;
Glad tidings of great joy I bring,
Whereof I now will say and sing:
Verse 2
“To you, this night, is born a Child
Of Mary, chosen mother mild;
This little Child, of lowly birth,
Shall be the Joy of all your earth.”
Verse 3
“’Tis Christ, our God, who far on high
Hath heard your sad and bitter cry;
Himself will your Salvation be,
Himself from sin will make you free.”
Verse 4
Welcome to earth, Thou noble Guest,
Through whom e’en wicked men are blest!
Thou com’st to share our misery;
What can we render, Lord, to Thee?
Verse 5
Ah, dearest Jesus, Holy Child,
Make Thee a bed, soft, undefiled,
Within my heart, that it may be
A quiet chamber kept for Thee.
Verse 6
My heart for very joy doth leap,
My lips no more can silence keep,
I too must sing with joyful tongue
That sweetest ancient cradle-song:
Verse 7
Glory to God in highest heaven,
Who unto man His Son hath given,
While angels sing with pious mirth
A glad New Year to all the earth.
Presbyterian 1895 No. 695 · L.M. · Cradle-Song
Thomas Sternhold·Reformation
Verse 1
The Lord descended from above,
And bowed the heavens most high;
And underneath his feet he cast
The darkness of the sky.
Verse 2
On cherub and on cherubim
Full royally he rode;
And on the wings of mighty winds
Came flying all abroad.
Verse 3
He sat serene upon the floods,
Their fury to restrain;
And he, as sovereign Lord and King,
Forevermore shall reign.
Otterbein 1890 No. 82 · C.M · Dundee (French)
Thomas Sternhold·Reformation
Verse 1
THE Lord descended from above,
And bowed the heavens most high:
And underneath his feet he cast
The darkness of the sky.
Verse 2
On cherub and on cherubim
Full royally he rode;
And on the wings of mighty winds
Came flying all abroad.
Verse 3
He sat serene upon the floods,
Their fury to restrain;
And he, as sovereign Lord and King,
For evermore shall reign.
Otterbein 1890 No. 82
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