A Mighty Fortress is Our God - The Battle Hymn of the Reformation!

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This is the Battle Hymn of the Reformation originally written in German by the German Reformer, the great late Martin Luther who by all means opened the Reformation on October 31, 1517 by nailing the 95 theses on the wall at Wittenburg.  Seriously I wish I were in Germany right now to behold the sight of Wittenburg to remember the Reformation that ended the Dark Ages, opened the Bible to the public and brought true Christians out of hiding.

Here are the two lyrics:

First translation:
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.

Alternative translation:

A mighty fortress is our God, a trusty shield and weapon;
He helps us free from every need that hath us now overtaken.
The old evil foe now means deadly woe; deep guile and great might
Are his dread arms in fight; on Earth is not his equal. 
With might of ours can naught be done, soon were our loss effected;
But for us fights the Valiant One, whom God Himself elected.
Ask ye, who is this? Jesus Christ it is.
Of Sabbath Lord, and there’s none other God;
He holds the field forever. 
Though devils all the world should fill, all eager to devour us.
We tremble not, we fear no ill, they shall not overpower us.
This world’s prince may still scowl fierce as he will,
He can harm us none, he’s judged; the deed is done;
One little word can fell him. 
The Word they still shall let remain nor any thanks have for it;
He’s by our side upon the plain with His good gifts and Spirit.
And take they our life, goods, fame, child and wife,
Let these all be gone, they yet have nothing won;
The Kingdom ours remaineth.

The history of the song was this that this got the Reformation to increase, the rise of William Tyndale and so powerful was this song that the deceptive and secretly bloody Jesuit Order which was founded in September 27, 1540 by Ignatius of Loyola, the first Superior General of the Jesuits otherwise commonly referred to today by some as the "Black Pope". 

In 1720 in Moravia, the Jesuits stood to remove this "cursed anthem" as it was reviving the Reformation.  At Da­vid Nitsch­mann’s house 150 persons gathered there and were caught by the Inquisition which would have been at that time, now at Jesuit control (thus causing the Jesuit-Dominican rivalry).  Despite being caught, they showed their possession of eternal security or the perseverance of the saints when they chose captivity for Christ's sake over freedom by the grace of God and stood up to the hymn's lyrics, remembering the Reformers before them such as Martin Luther, John Calvin and the Anabaptist Reformer, William Tyndale who was a friend of Martin Luther. 

It was also sung during the funeral of Dwight Eisenhower on March of 1969.