Bjørnson, Bjørnstjerne: Af kantaten over N. F. S. Grundtvig

Hans dag blev den største i Norden var sét,
med midnat-solens under den hélt gik i ét:
ti lyset, som han sad i, var lyset af "Guds fred,"
og det har ikke morgen, og aldrig går det ned.

I lys af Guds fred han historien gav
som åndens gang på jorden, der død ej ved af.
I lyset af Guds fred han de fædres stærke vej
til følge og til varsko lagde åben for dig.

I lys af Guds fred han årvågen var med, -
med folket, hvor det bygged, med ånden, som stred.
I lyset af Guds fred al oplysnings magt han så,
og hvor hans ord blev trod, der folke-skoler gå.

I lys af Guds fred stod i bitreste sorg
for Danmarks folk hans trøst som en skinnende borg:
i lyset af Guds fred skal det tabte tages 'gæn,
og tusen-fold forøges, hvad som æn ligger hen.

I lys af Guds fred står hans oldinge-værd
som livets sum og amen til hans mandige færd.
I lyset af Guds fred hvor det strålede, hans blik,
når hvid han steg for altret med tilgivelsens drik.

I lys af Guds fred kom hans ord over hav,
i lyset af Guds fred vugger salmen, han gav.
I lyset af Guds fred, bag dets sol-stråle-fos,
der skjultes han, og der står hans minne nu for os.

His day was the greatest the Northland has seen,
It one was with the midnight-sun's wonders serene:
The light wherein he sat was the light of God's true peace,
And that has never morning, nor night when it must cease.

In light of God's peace shone the history he gave,
The spirit's course on earth that shall conquer the grave.
Might of God's pure peace thus our fathers' mighty way
Before us for example and warning open lay.

In light of God's peace he beheld with watchful eye
The people at their work and the spirit's strivings high.
In light of God's pure peace he would have all learning glow,
And where his word is honored the 'Folk-High-Schools' must grow.

In light of God's peace stood 'mid sorrow and care
For Denmark's folk his comfort, a castle strong and fair;
In light of God's pure peace there shall once again be won
And thousand-fold increased, what seems lost now and undone.

In light of God's peace stands his patriarch-worth,
The sum and the amen of a manful life on earth.
In light of God's pure peace how his face shone, lifted up,
When white-haired at the altar he held th' atoning cup.

In light of God's peace came his word o'er the wave,
In light of God's pure peace sound the sweet psalms he gave.
In light of God's pure peace, as its sunbeam curtains fall
To hide him from us, stands now his memory for all.