Translations. - The Fourty-Sixth Psalm. (Luther's Song-Book.)

Our God he is a castle strong,     A good mail-coat and weapon;     He sets us free from every wrong     That wickedness would heap on.     The ancient wicked foe     He means earnest now;     Force and cunning sly     His horrid policy,--     On earth there's no one like him!     Our strength is vain; do what we can     Our hopes are soon dejected;     But He fights for us, the right man,     By God himself elected.     Ask'st thou who is this?     Jesus Christ it is;     He is the Lord of Hosts     In whom his people boasts;     And he must win the battle.     And did the world with devils swarm     All gaping to devour us,     We fear not from them the least harm;     Success lies sure before us.     This world's prince accurst,     Let him rage his worst,     Only roars about;     His doom it is gone out,     A word can overthrow him.     The Word they'll have to let it bide,     Nor there claim any merit;     He is with us, and on our side     With his own gifts and spirit!     Let them take our life,     Goods, name, child, and wife--     Everything may go:     To them it is no gain;     The kingdom ours remaineth.