...And were this world all devils o'er
And watching to devour us,
We lay it not to heart so sore;
Not they can overpower us.
And let the prince of ill
Look rim as e"er he will,
He harms us not a whit;
For why his doom is writ;
A word shall quickly slay him
God's word, for all their craft and force,
One moment will not linger,
But , spite of hell, shall have its course;
'Tis written by His finger.
And,though they take our life,
Goods, honor,children,wife,
Yet is their profit small;
These things shall vanish all:
The city of God remaineth.
---"A Safe Stronghold Our God Is Still"By Martin Luther ,translated by Thomas Carlyle, 1795-1881
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