that band
  Who dwell with him in strangers’ cruel chains
  Balefully bound.  Forthwith he shall receive
  In this world recompense, and high reward
  In heaven, as I have promised unto him. 
  Now, Andrew, thou shalt straightway risk thy life 950
  Into the foeman’s grasp; for thee is war
  Ordained with grievous sword-blows; with sore wounds
  Thy body shall be rent; thy blood shall flow
  In floods like water.  But those foes may not
  Give o’er thy life to death, though heavy strokes,
  The blows of sinful men, thou undergo. 
  Endure that grief; let not the heathens’ might
  Turn thee aside, nor bitter strife of spears,
  That thou depart from God who is thy Lord. 
  Be eager aye for glory, bear in mind 960
  How it was widely known to many men,
  Through many lands, that sinners mocked at Me
  Bound fast in chains, reviled Me with their words,
  Struck Me and scourged Me; with their taunting speech
  Those sinful men could not declare the truth. 
  When ’mong the Jews I hung upon the cross,
  When high the rood was raised, a certain man
  Let forth the blood from out My wounded side
  Upon the ground.  Full many grievous woes
  I suffered on the earth; I wished to give 970
  A high example to you by My grace,
  Which shall be known ’mong men of foreign land. 
  Many there are within this famous town
  Whom thou shalt turn unto the light of heaven
  In My name, though they have in days gone by
  Accomplished many deeds of violence.” 
  The Holy One departed, King of kings,
  In blessedness to seek the heavens above,
  That purest home; there is for every man
  Glory enow, for those who can attain. 980

    That much-enduring man, brave for the fight,
  Obeyed God’s word; he went into the town
  Forthwith, that steadfast warrior, with might
  Endowed, courageous-hearted, true to God;
  He walked along the street, the path his guide,
  In such wise that no one could him behold,
  No sinful man could see, for on the mead
  The Lord victorious had covered him,
  That chief beloved, with His protecting care
  And His high favor.  So the noble saint 990
  Nigh to the prison pressed his way in haste,
  The champion of Christ.  He saw a band
  Of heathens gathered, seven warders there
  Before the gate; death snatched them all away;
  They perished powerless; the fierce rush of death
  Clutched them all bloody.  Then the holy saint
  Prayed to the gracious Father in his heart;
  He praised on high the goodness and the power
  Of Heaven’s King.  The door forthwith gave way
  At holy Andrew’s touch; then entered in 1000
  The hero brave with thoughts of courage bold. 
  The heathens there were sleeping drunk with blood;
  With their own blood they stained the field of death.