Let, Author of life,
Now from this plain a winsome smoke
'Neath heaven's expanse mount up on high 795
Playing in the air. I'll the better believe,
And I'll the more firmly stablish my mind,
Undoubting trust, upon the hanged Christ,
That he be in truth the Saviour of souls,
Eternal, Almighty, Israel's King, 800
Forever may have glory in heaven,
Rule without end the dwellings eternal."
[1] No _lacuna_ in MS. Gn.^1 inserted one line, but Gn.^2 one
word (_feonda_), which W. prefers. Text as Z. (_feondes_),
which Sievers approves.
[2] 'Mindful,' Gm. and Gn.; 'suffering,' Z. [?].
[3] Referring to the sword.
[4] Gn., or 'foul,' Z.
X.
Then out of that place a vapor arose
Like smoke 'neath the heavens. There was rejoiced
The mind of the man. With both his hands, 805
Happy and law-clever, upward he clapped.
Judas exclaimed, clever in thought:
"Now I in truth myself have known
In my hardened heart that thou art the Saviour
Of [this] mid-earth. To thee, God of might, 810
Sitting in glory, be thanks without end,
That to me so sad and so full of sin
Thou revealed'st in glory the secrets of fate.
Now, Son of God, to thee will I pray,
Will-giver of peoples, now I know that thou art 815
Declared and born of all kings the Glory,
That thou no longer be of my sins,
Those which I committed by no means seldom,
O Maker, mindful.
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