Tune--Luther's Chorale br 'Ein' feste burg ist unser Gott' br br I br Of old our City hath renown. br Of God are her foundations, br Wherein this day a King we crown br Elate among the nations. br Acknowledge, then, thou King-- br And you, ye people, sing-- br What deeds His arm hath wrought: br Yea, let their tale be taught br To endless generations. br br II br So long, so far, Jehovah guides br His people's path attending, br By pastures green and water-sides br Toward His hill ascending; br Whence they beneath the stars br Shall view their ancient wars, br Their perils, far removed. br O might of mercy proved! br O love past comprehending! br br III br He was that God, for man which spake br From Sinai forth in thunder; br He was that Love, for man which brake br The dreadful grave asunder. br Lord over every lord, br His consecrating word br An earthly prince awaits; br Lift then your heads, ye gates! br Your King comes riding under.