Ein Feste Burg Ist Unser Gott

Ein Feste Burg Ist Unser Gott

This poem is a hymn of praise to God's protection and guidance. It describes the speaker's faith in God as their fortress and stronghold, where they find safety from life's challenges and uncertainties. The poem emphasizes the idea that God is a reliable and trustworthy refuge, who will protect and defend those who put their trust in Him.

By John Greenleaf Whittier · First published 1860 · Genre: Religious Poetry, Political Poetry, Social Critique · 445 words

First lines

LUTHER'S HYMN. WE wait beneath the furnace-blast The pangs of transformation; Not painlessly doth God recast And mould anew the nation. Hot burns the fire Where wrongs expire; Nor spares the hand That from the land Uproots the ancient evil.

The hand-breadth cloud the sages feared Its bloody rain is dropping; The poison plant the fathers spared All else is overtopping. East, West, South, North, It curses the earth; All justice dies, And fraud and lies Live only in its shadow.

What this Textopian page supports

Ein Feste Burg Ist Unser Gott is listed on Textopian as a poem by John Greenleaf Whittier, dated 1860 CE.

This source record anchors work identity, reading entry points, and catalog context for checking claims about the work.

Good citation fit

Discussion starters

Similar titles

Genres

Tags

Poetry · Religious · American Literature · 19th Century · Christianity · Faith · Spirituality · Hope · Comfort · Solace · Meditation · Devotional

More by John Greenleaf Whittier