Here I Stand; I Can Do No

Thus, Dear Friends, I Have Said It Clearly Enough, And I Believe You Ought To Understand It And Not Make Liberty A Law.

When Some Say That Good Works Are Forbidden When We Preach Faith Alone, It Is As If I Said To A Sick Man: "if You Had Health, You Would Have The Use Of All Your Limbs; But Without Health, The Works Of All Your Limbs Are Nothing"; And He Wanted To Infer That I Had Forbidden The Works Of All His Limbs.

Believest Thou? Then Thou Wilt Speak Boldly. Speakest Thou Boldy? Then Thou Must Suffer. Sufferest Thou? Then Thou Shalt Be Comforted. For Faith, The Confession Thereof, And The Cross Do Follow One Another.

I Maintain That Some Jew Wrote It Who Probably Heard About Christian People But Never Encountered Any.

When My Heart Is Cold And I Cannot Pray As I Should I Scourge Myself With The Thought Of The Impiety And Ingratitude Of My Enemies, The Pope And His Accomplices And Vermin, And Zwingli, So That My Heart Swells With The Righteous Indignation And Hatred And I Can Say With Warmth And Vehemence: 'holy Be Thy Name, Thy Kingdom Come, Thy Will Be Done!' And The Hotter I Grow The More Ardent Do My Prayers Become.