In the very midst of life, snares of death surround us. Who shall help us in this strife, lest the foe confound us? Thou only, Lord, Thou only.
In the midst of death’s dark veil, powers of hell overtake us. Who will help when they assail? Who secure will make us? Thou only, Lord, Thou only.
In the midst of utter woe, when our sins oppress us, where shall we for refuge go? Where for grace to bless us? To Thee, Lord Jesus, only.
Thy precious blood was shed to win, full atonement for our sin.
—Martin Luther
In the Very Midst of Life
Published by
Jojo Agot 