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Michael Praetorius
(?1571 - 1621)
Ein feste Burg
(S.S.A.A.T.T.B.B.)
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Published in Musae Sioniae (vol. 3), 1607.
Lyrics: Martin Luther
Ein' feste Burg ist unser Gott, ein' gute Wehr und Waffen;
Er hilft uns frei aus aller Not, die uns jetzt hat betroffen.
Der alte böse Feind, mit Ernst er's jetzt meint,
Groß' Macht und viel List sein' grausam' Rüstung ist,
Auf Erd' ist nicht seins gleichen.
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.
(trans. Francis Hedge)
Ein' feste Burg ist unser Gott, ein' gute Wehr und Waffen;
Er hilft uns frei aus aller Not, die uns jetzt hat betroffen.
Der alte böse Feind, mit Ernst er's jetzt meint,
Groß' Macht und viel List sein' grausam' Rüstung ist,
Auf Erd' ist nicht seins gleichen.
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.
(trans. Francis Hedge)