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Martin Luther (1483-1546)

For feelings come and feelings go,
And feelings are deceiving.
My warrant is the word of God
Naught else is worth believing.

Though all my heart should feel condemned,
for want of some sweet token,
There is one greater than my heart
Whose word cannot be broken.

I'll trust in God's unchanging word,
Till soul and body sever;
For though all things shall pass away
His word shall stand forever.

attri. Martin Luther