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.
That 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 bore a child,
lord over all the angelic host,
was this not a perfect miracle?
Here he, being pure, let himself be baptized,
so that man might be pure.
There he let himself be sold,
so that we thralls might be free;
otherwise we would be lost.
Hail to you, spear, cross, and thorn!
Woe to you, heathens, this is an outrage to you!