2. Jesus Christ, be Thou our Stay When hell’s dread powers assail us; Cleanse us from our sins, we pray, Nor in our last hour fail us. Keep us from the Evil One, Firm in the faith abiding, In Christ, our Savior, hiding, And heartily confiding. Let us put God’s armor on: With all true Christians running Our heavenly race and shunning The devil’s wiles and cunning. Amen, Amen, this be done, So sing we, Hallelujah! 3. Holy Ghost, be Thou our Stay When hell’s dread powers assail us; Cleanse us from our sins, we pray, Nor in our last hour fail us. Keep us from the Evil One, Firm in the faith abiding, In Christ, our Savior, hiding, And heartily confiding. Let us put God’s armor on: With all true Christians running Our heavenly race and shunning The devil’s wiles and cunning. Amen, Amen, this be done, So sing we, Hallelujah! Adapted by Martin Luther, 1524, from 15th Cent. Litany. 272 6, 7, 6, 7, 6, 6, 6, 6 The Lord, my God, be praised, My Light, my Life from heaven; My Maker, who to me Hath soul and body given; My Father, who protects My life from infancy And mighty gifts of love Hath e’er bestowed on me. 2. The Lord, my God, be praised, My Trust, my Life from heaven, The Father’s own dear Son, Whose life for me was given; Who thus atoned for me With His most precious blood; Who giveth to my faith The greatest heavenly good. 3. The Lord, my God, be praised, My Hope, my Life from heaven, The Father’s Spirit, whom The Son to me hath given; He who revives my heart And gives me strength and power, Help, comfort, and support In sorrow’s gloomy hour. 4. The Lord, my God, be praised, He who forever liveth, To whom the heavenly host E’er praise and honor giveth. The Lord, my God, be praised, In whose great name I boast, God Father, God the Son, And God the Holy Ghost. 5. To Him we now sing praise, With joy our offering bringing And with the angel host The “Holy! Holy!” singing. To Him all Christendom Sings praises joyfully; The Lord, my God, be praised Throughout eternity! J. Olearius, 1671; A. Crull, tr. REFORMATION. 273 8, 7, 8, 7, 5, 5, 5, 6, 7 A Mighty Fortress is our God, A trusty Shield and Weapon; He helps us free from every need That hath us now o’ertaken. The old evil Foe Now means deadly woe; Deep guile and great might Are his dread arms in fight, On earth is not his equal.