Monday, October 26, 2020

Friday, October 23, 2020

Luther's Ein Feste Burg, all 4 stanzas

 

Who wrote the lyrics of this song?
Who composed the tune?
Can you practise all the stanzas on YouTube?

1 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
does seek to work us woe;
his craft and power are great,
and armed with cruel hate,
on earth is not his equal.

2 Did we in our own strength confide,
our striving would be losing,
were not the right Man on our side,
the Man of God's own choosing.
You ask who that may be?
Christ Jesus, it is he;
Lord Sabaoth his name,
from age to age the same;
and he must win the battle.

3 And though this world, with devils filled,
should threaten to undo us,
we will not fear, for God has willed
his truth to triumph through us.
The prince of darkness grim,
we tremble not for him;
his rage we can endure,
for lo! his doom is sure;
one little word shall fell him.

4 That Word above all earthly powers
no thanks to them abideth;
the Spirit and the gifts are ours
through him who with us sideth.
Let goods and kindred go,
this mortal life also;
the body they may kill:
God's truth abideth still;
his kingdom is forever! 





Thursday, October 22, 2020

EIN FESTE BURG: Fill in the blanks

Clues: mortal ancient fortress cruel bulwark

A mighty (4) _________
 is our God,
a (5) _________
 never failing;
our helper he, amid the flood
of (6) _________
 ills prevailing.
For still our (7) _________
 foe
does seek to work us woe;
his craft and power are great,
and armed with (8) _________
 hate,
on earth is not his equal.


Monday, October 5, 2020

'Don't be afraid of COVID': Trump announces he will leave hospital







  • What is the POTUS about to do?
  • What happened to him?
  • What did he tweet?