(T: Erik Hillestad, M: Sigvart Dagsland)
Before the veil before my eyes
will fall off like a shell,
while the fog waits for the wind
stand firm as a mountain:
A bread and a little wine on a table
a name and simple words
People shoulder to shoulder in prayer
and work for peace on God's earth
Ãზ, Jesus, there begins your heaven,
your gold amidst juggling and hugs
It is guarded by eager pious
There I need myself forward
If any of these who believe
dare to say that my sin is too great,
I proudly show your life and your death
and demand my place at your table
Before the veil before my eyes
shall fall off like scales,
while the fog waits for the wind
stands now give firm as a mountain