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        Choir: Soprano, 
        Alto, Tenor, Bass 
        Oboe 
        I + II  
        Violin 
        I + II 
        Viola 
        Basso continuo 
         
         
         
         
        Recitative: Alto solo 
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        Aria: Bass solo 
        Violin 
        I + II 
        Basso continuo 
         
         
         
         
        Chorale: Tenor solo 
        Oboe 
        d`amore I + II  
        Basso continuo 
         
         
         
         
        Chorale and Recitative: Soprano, Alto, Tenor, Bass 
        Alto solo, Tenor solo, Bass solo 
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        Aria: Tenor solo 
        Violin 
        I + II 
        Viola 
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        Chorale: Soprano, Alto, Tenor, Bass 
        Oboe 
        I + II  
        Violin 
        I + II 
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          Where God the Lord stands with us not, 
          Whene'er our foes are raging, 
          And he doth not our cause support 
          In heaven high above us, 
          Where he Israel's shield is not 
          Nor breaks himself the foe's deceit, 
          Then is our cause defeated.  
           
          What human pow'r and wit contrive 
          Shall us in no wise frighten; 
          For God Almighty stands with us 
          And shall set us from their devices free. 
          He sitteth in the highest seat, 
          He shall expose their counsels. 
          Who God in faith embrace securely 
          Shall he abandon never, nor forsake them; 
          He foils the will of wicked men 
          And hinders all their evil deeds. 
          When they most cunningly attack, 
          With serpent's guile their artful plots conceiving, 
          Their wicked purpose for achieving, 
          God doth pursue another path: 
          He leads his people with his mighty hand, 
          Through ocean-cross into the promised land, 
          When he will all misfortune banish. 
          It stands in his hands' power.  
           
          Like as the savage ocean waters 
          Midst raging storm a ship will shatter, 
          So rageth, too, the foe's deep wrath 
          To steal the soul's most precious wealth; 
          They seek now Satan's realm to broaden, 
          And Christ's own little ship should founder.  
           
          They lie in wait like heretics, 
          And for our blood are thirsting; 
          They claim that they are Christians, too, 
          Who God alone give worship. 
          Ah God, that precious name of thine 
          Must serve as capstone to their crime; 
          Thou shalt one day awaken.  
           
          Choir: They open wide their hungry jaws, 
          Bass: As lions do, with 
          roaring rage resounding; 
          They bare at us the fangs of killers, 
          Choir: Intending to devour us. 
          Tenor: And yet, 
          Choir: Praise and thanks to God evermore 
          Tenor: Shall Judah's hero shield us still, 
          Choir: Their aim they'll not accomplish! 
          Alto: They shall like unto chaff subside, 
          When once his faithful people like green trees shall stand. 
          Choir: He shall their snares asunder break 
          And their false doctrine bring to nought.  
          Bass: God will all vain and foolish prophets 
          With fire of his anger slay then 
          And bring their heresies to ruin.  
          Choir: From God they'll not defend it.  
        Hush, 
          hush then, giddy intellect! 
          Say not, "The pious are now lost!" 
          The cross did them but bring new birth. 
          To all who put their trust in Jesus 
          Stands e'er the door of blessing open; 
          And when by cross and sadness pressed, 
          They shall with comfort be refreshed.  
           
          The foe are all within thine hand, 
          With them all their conceptions; 
          Their onslaughts are to thee, Lord, known, 
          But help us not to waver. 
          If mind opposing faith assail, 
          Henceforth shall its assurance fail, 
          For thou thyself shalt help us. 
           
          Both heaven and the earth as well 
          Hast thou, Lord God, established; 
          Thy light for us let brightly shine, 
          Our hearts shall be enkindled 
          With proper love for thy great faith, 
          Until the end steadfastly thine. 
          The world let ever murmur. 
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