When we had beheld this with the eyes of faith, and had meditated upon the matter, our spirit was kindled, and we almost seemed to welcome him, and to wish him everything good, in these words: _Klimt op uw’ gulden Hoogtt’, Voor-vechter van de bende Der heyl’ge Zielen, die God’s roode Bloed-banier Navolgde, in’t gedrang, in’t midden der ellenden, Daer niet dan rook en damp van menschen offer-vyer Tot door de wolken vloog; noch gingt gy Held haer voor, Ja streed, door d’enge poort, ten ruymen Hemel door._ [Climb up your golden height, champion of the band of holy souls, who followed God’s red banner of blood, in oppression and in the midst of misery; where naught but the smoke and vapor of human burnt sacrifices ascended to the clouds; yet thou, hero, didst go before them, yea, didst fight thy way through the strait gate to the wide Heaven.] Then followed a great multitude of very pious and virtuous people--men, women, youths and maidens, all clothed with the same armor of faith and walking in the same path. Some of these were, like their leader, deprived of life; the rest were led to different places of execution, where they beheld many of their fellow brethren and sisters whose lives had been taken by the most dreadful means--burned and roasted at the stake. They nevertheless were not terrified, though they had to expect to be put to death in the same manner; but were of good cheer, calling upon God for help, that they might not falter in their sufferings, but prove steadfast to the end; this done, they also were burned. This seemed almost to break our heart; our soul was horrified, and filled with pity on account of their misery; but when we remembered their constancy, and that now, for the heat endured, they found refreshing with God, nay, could expect the blessed crown of immortal glory, our grief subsided and sweet consolation filled our soul, so that we, to their memory, wrote the following words for ourselves and our fellow brethren: staken, Den smaed, die Zion leed, kon God’s verkoren volk Belet noch hinder doen, noch geensins angstig maken Te dragen Christi naem, als in sen witte wolk: Tot dat een heete vlam haer lyven heeft verslonden; Waer door haer zielen toen by God verkoeling vonden._ [The dreadful sacrificial fire, the shining stakes, the shame which Zion suffers, could neither disturb nor hinder God’s chosen people, nor make them afraid to bear the name of Christ, as in a white cloud: Until a burning flame has consumed their bodies; whereby their souls found refreshing with God.]