“๐๐ฆ๐น๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐๐ฐ๐ฅ. ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ณ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ด๐ช๐ค ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐จ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ด๐ต ๐ต๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ด๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ญ๐ฅ. ๐๐ต ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ต๐ณ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ๐ต๐ด, ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ด, ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ต๐ด, ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ฑ๐ช๐ณ๐ช๐ต๐ดโฆ๐ ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฐ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ณ๐ฆ๐จ๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ด๐ช๐ค ๐ข๐ด ๐ข ๐ฎ๐ข๐ณ๐ท๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ด ๐ค๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐๐ฐ๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฆ๐ณ๐ท๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ข ๐ฉ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ: ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฎ๐ช๐ต๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ข๐บ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ข๐ด๐ด๐ฆ๐ด ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐จ๐ณ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐จ๐ด.” โ ๐๐๐ง๐ฉ๐๐ฃ ๐๐ช๐ฉ๐๐๐ง
๐๐๐บ๐ป ๐ฆ๐๐ผ๐ฟ๐
Martin Luther is well-known as the โFather of Reformationโ or the central figure of Protestant Reformation when he nailed his โ95 Thesesโ in a Catholic Church door in 1517. But aside for being a German professor of theology, political leader, preacher, and author, he was also a passionate musician as he grew up in his motherโs voice, became a member of wedding or funeral boysโ choir, and developed his proficiency in playing a flute in Thuringian village.
Luther embodied the strong will to revive worship to the German Church, when the Reformation happened, where he collaborated with several expert musicians and created notable hymns we often listen and sing with. Though he got a number of criticisms as he adapted some melodies of secular songs, ๐ต๐ฒ ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐๐ผ๐น๐๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐๐ถ๐๐ต ๐๐๐ฐ๐ต ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐บ๐ถ๐ป๐ฎ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป ๐๐ผ ๐ฒ๐ ๐ฝ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐๐ ๐ต๐ถ๐ ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ฒ๐บ๐ผ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป๐ ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐ณ๐ฎ๐ถ๐๐ต ๐๐ถ๐๐ต ๐๐ผ๐ฑ ๐๐ต๐ฟ๐ผ๐๐ด๐ต ๐บ๐๐๐ถ๐ฐ. Indubitably, thatโs when he released his most famous hymn โEinโ feste Burg ist unser Gottโ (โA Mighty fortress is Our Godโ) reflecting Lutherโs compliance to God in Psalms 46 whenever he experience Satanโs work full of danger.
โGod is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.โ โ Psalms 46:1, KJV
๐๐๐ฟ๐ถ๐ฐ๐
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.
๐๐ผ๐ฑ ๐บ๐ฒ๐ป๐ฑ๐ ๐ผ๐๐ฟ ๐ต๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐๐ ๐๐ต๐ฟ๐ผ๐๐ด๐ต ๐๐ต๐ถ๐ ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐๐๐๐ฟ๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐๐ผ๐ป๐ด ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ฒ ๐ถ๐ ๐ผ๐๐ฟ ๐ต๐ฒ๐น๐ฝ, ๐๐ฒ ๐ถ๐ ๐ผ๐๐ฟ ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ณ๐๐ด๐ฒ, ๐๐ฒ ๐ถ๐ ๐ผ๐๐ฟ ๐ณ๐ผ๐ฟ๐๐ฟ๐ฒ๐๐, ๐๐ฒ ๐ถ๐ ๐ผ๐๐ฟ ๐๐๐ฟ๐ผ๐ป๐ด๐ต๐ผ๐น๐ฑ, ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐ผ๐๐ฟ ๐๐๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ป๐ด๐๐ต. He constantly gives hope that we know who must be feared; not the devil who brings darkness and trouble, but our Mighty Lord Jesus Christ alone.
