For the very first I am alive to myself,
Since my sinful eye beholds
The noble land, and also that earth,
To which so much honour is given.
It has come to pass, for which I have ever prayed:
I have come to the place
Where God walked in human form.
Such fair lands, rich and noble,
As I have seen elsewhere,
You are the honour of them all,
What miracles have come to pass here!
That a maid gave birth to a child,
Lord over the hosts of all angels,
Was this not a perfect miracle?
Here he, being pure, let himself be baptized,
So that man may be pure.
There he let himself be sold,
So that we thralls may be free,
Otherwise we would be lost.
Hail to you, spear, cross and thorn!
Woe to you, heathens, this is an outrage to you!
