When every progress for every minority is in danger of crumbling,
A mighty fortress is our God, a bulwark never failing.
Though the cause of evil prosper, and upon the throne be wrong,
Then behind the dim unknown, yet 'tis truth alone is strong;
When it looks like nation will rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom,
By your endurance you will save your souls.
When Caesar on his big white horse is parading into the city,
Hosanna! Save now, you who ride on a donkey.
When we feel as if we have been turned back to dust,
Lord, you have been our dwelling place in all generations.
When we are the taunt of our neighbors, the derision and scorn of those around us, a laughingstock among the peoples,
Rise up, O Lord, come to our help. Redeem us for the sake of your steadfast love.
When you are thrown into exile,
Seek the welfare of the city, and pray to the Lord on its behalf, for in its welfare you will find your welfare.
(Martin Luther and Psalm 46, James Russell Lowell, Luke 21, Palm Sunday texts, Psalm 90, Psalm 44, Jeremiah 29.)
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