HOLD THOU TO MEBy: Martin LutherIn devil’s dungeon chained I lay,The pangs of death swept o’er me.My sin devoured me night and dayIn which my mother bore me.My anguish ever grew more rife,I took no pleasure in my lifeAnd sin had made me crazy.
Then was the Father troubled soreTo see me ever languish.The Everlasting Pity sworeTo save me from my anguish.He turned to me His Father heartAnd chose Himself a bitter part,His Dearest did it cost Him.
Thus spoke the Son, “Hold thou to Me,From now on thou wilt make it.I gave my very life for theeAnd for thee I will stake it.For I am thine and thou art Mine,And where I am our lives entwine,The Old Fiend cannot shake it.”-----Fiend – An evil spirit or demon; an opposer of goodness and truth.
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