A Mighty Fortress is Our God

We have been listening to and studying this hymn written by Martin Luther in the 1520s. It is just amazing. I printed out the words for each of the kids and we have been singing along with it a few times a day this week.

We have looked up the words they we didn't know (ie. bulwark) and have written the definitions on our copy of the lyrics. It's been a great time. Between this hymn and the classical music this week, it had been an interesting change to the normal stuff we listen to. The christian music we usually listen to is the type we would normally hear at our church .... more modern praise and worship.... a lot of Chris Tomlin, David Crowder, Paul Baloche, etc. Having not been raised in church, I don't know a lot of old hymns, so I am enjoying learning too. We listen to a lot of other types of music too (my poor kids are well versed in MANY types of music .... 70s, 80s, 90s. haha). My iPod is a funny thing. Fancy especially likes to put it on shuffle and have a good laugh .... You can go from Journey to Chris Tomlin to Allison Krauss to Barlow Girl to Willie Nelson to Audio Adrenaline to Prince to Van Morrison to Marc Broussard to Brenton Brown to David Gray to Watermark to (Oh ... and don't forget all the sermons in there too) ... well, you get the point. Nonetheless, it has been nice to branch out a bit this week.

A Mighty Fortress is Our God

Edited to add:
Sorry for how it lines up ... I am apparently not smart enough to fix it =)

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 doth seek to work us woe;
His craft and power are great, and, armed with cruel hate,
On earth is not his equal.
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:
Dost 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.
And though this world, with devils filled, should threaten to undo us,
We will not fear, for God hath 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.
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.