2. With might of ours can naught be done, Soon were our loss effected; But for us fights the Valiant One, Whom God Himself elected. Ask ye, Who is this? Jesus Christ it is, Of Sabaoth Lord, And there’s none other God, He holds the field forever. 3. Though devils all the world should fill, All eager to devour us, We tremble not, we fear no ill, They shall not overpower us. This world’s prince may still Scowl fierce as he will, He can harm us none, He’s judged; the deed is done; One little word can fell him. 4. The Word they still shall let remain And not a thank have for it; He’s by our side upon the plain With His good gifts and Spirit. And take they our life, Goods, fame, child, and wife: Let these all be gone, They yet have nothing won; The Kingdom ours remaineth. Martin Luther, 1527. 274 L. M. Lord, keep us in Thy Word and work, Restrain the murderous Pope and Turk, Who fain would tear from off Thy throne Christ Jesus, Thy beloved Son. 2. Lord Jesus Christ, Thy power make known, For Thou art Lord of lords alone; Shield Thy poor Christendom that we May evermore sing praise to Thee. 3. Thou Comforter of priceless worth, Give one mind to Thy flock on earth, Stand by us in our final strife, And lead us out of death to life. 4. Destroy their counsels, Lord, our God, And smite them with an iron rod, And let them fall into the snare Which for Thy Christians they prepare, 5. So that at last they may perceive That, Lord, our God, Thou still dost live And dost deliver mightily All those who put their trust in Thee. Martin Luther, 1541; Stanzas 4 and 5, J. Jonas, 1544. 275 L. M. Thine honor rescue, Christ, our Lord! Hear Zion’s sighs and help afford; Destroy the wiles of mighty foes, Who now Thy Word and truth oppose. 2. Their craft and vaunting pomp is great; High beat their hearts, with power elate; Our dearest hopes they but deride, They deem us nothing in their pride. 3. Forgive, O Lord, our sins forgive, Grant us Thy grace and let us live; Convince Thy foes throughout the land That godless counsels shall not stand. 4. Preserve Thy little flock in peace, Nor let Thy boundless mercy cease; Let it to all the world appear That Thy true Church indeed is here. 5. That Thou art with us loud proclaim, Who put’st our enemies to shame, Dost all their haughtiness suppress And help Thine own in their distress. J. Heermann, 1630; M. Loy, tr., a. 276