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Sunday's Hymn: Reader's Choice

Today’s hymn is a favorite of Kim from Hireath and Rosemary from Seasonings of the Heart.

A Mighty Fortress Is Our God

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.

(Listen.) 

Other hymns, worship songs, etc. posted today:

• Still, Still With Me at Above the Clouds
• He Leadeth Me at Seasonings of the Heart
  
• Lord’s Day 25, 2007 at The Thirsty Theologian
  
• Ye Sons of Men, With Joy Record at joythruChrist
• The Collect for the Third Sunday after Trinity at Magic Statistics
• There is a Redeemer at The Happy Wonderer
• Conflicting Feelings at New Lumps
• How Sweet the Name of Jesus Sounds at Thoughts from the Teahouse
  

Have you posted a hymn this Sunday and I missed it? Let me know by leaving a link in the comments or by emailing me at the address in the sidebar and I’ll add your post to the list. If you’d like to see your favorite hymn featured as a Reader’s Choice hymn, go here and leave a comment. Just tell me your favorite hymn and a little bit about why you like it and I’ll feature your hymn when your turn comes.

Ghost Box

When your youngest kid is seventeen, this is what the old sandbox looks like. Old Nanook, the dog for whom the dog house was built, is long gone, too.

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