A
song for you, Lord God of hosts, To sing what God has done, To his glory
and honor, To Brussels in hand, Fulfilled by two young boys,
Who gave their gifts, So richly adorned, The priest with right, John the Baptist,
So richly adorned, His brother Heinrich, Naked in spirit, A righteous priest and
scholar.
They have become the crown of
God's child, For his word they have died, They have become his martyrs, The old
enemy let them catch, They have been frightened with grief, The word of God let
them deny, They have been filled with misery.
With great joy lost, He gathers to this game, The spirit to the gates,
They could not gain anything.
Two great fires they lit, The boys.
It took great wonder every time, That such pain they suffered.
With joy they gave themselves free, With God's praise and blessing,
Only a small part, Of this new thing, That they never noticed there.
They let them pray, They have little joy, We should thank God for it, His word has
come again,
And he is gone, The tender flowers,
What has begun, He will probably change it.