Tune--Luther's Chorale "Ein' feste burg ist unser Gott"  I 

Tune--Luther's Chorale

"Ein' feste burg ist unser Gott"

I

 Of old our City hath renown. Of God are her foundations, Wherein this day a King we crown Elate among the nations. Acknowledge, then, thou King— And you, ye people, sing— What deeds His arm hath wrought: Yea, let their tale be taught To endless generations. II 

Of God are her foundations,

Elate among the nations.

Acknowledge, then, thou King—

And you, ye people, sing—

What deeds His arm hath wrought:

Yea, let their tale be taught

To endless generations.

II

 So long, so far, Jehovah guides His people's path attending, By pastures green and water-sides Toward His hill ascending; Whence they beneath the stars Shall view their ancient wars, Their perils, far removed. O might of mercy proved! O love past comprehending! III 

His people's path attending,

Toward His hill ascending;

Whence they beneath the stars

Shall view their ancient wars,

Their perils, far removed.

O might of mercy proved!

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