1907 GERMAN Martin LUTHER Ein Feste Burg A MIGHTY FORTRESS GOSPEL Victor 16159 _
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A series of great Religious Records from Gospel, Spirituals and Sermons to Christmas Carols on 78 rpm Victrola Records
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Great early Gospel record of Martin LUTHER's 1529 BATTLESONG of the REFORMATION
Played in German fashio with an uncredited Trombone choir, but most likely the famous Victor Brass Quartet of the finest of Victor's Studio Musicians
Herbert L. Clarke (instrumentalist : cornet)
Emil Keneke (instrumentalist : cornet)
Fred Schrader (instrumentalist : trombone)
Howard Rattay (instrumentalist : trombone)
A MIGHTY FORTRESS IS OUR GOD (Ein' feste Burg ist unser GOTT) /
A mighty fortressEin' feste Burg
Martin Luther (composer)
Personnel Notes
Trinity Choir (Vocal group)
Description: Mixed vocal quartet, with orchestra
Category: Vocal
Language: English
2/5/1908 Camden, New Jersey Master Victor 16159
Let the Saviour in
E. O. Excell (composer)
Haydn Quartet (Vocal group)
Description: Male vocal quartet, unaccompanied
9/27/1907 Philadelphia, Pennsylvania Victor 16159
Please see top of the page for condition
A Mighty Fortress Is Our God
by Martin Luther, translated by Frederic Henry Hedge
A mighty fortress is our God, A bulwark never failing;
Our shelter He, amid the flood Of mortal ills prevailing.
For still our ancient foe Doth seek to work us woe;
His craft and pow'r 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 is His name, From age to age the same,
And He must win the battle.
And tho' 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 pow'rs -- No thanks to them -- abideth:
The Spirit and the gifts are ours Thro' 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.
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