Innan gryningen (Swedish hymn 717)

Hymn 717 from the Verbum addition to the Hymnal (2003), Innan gryningen.
Hymn 796 in Psalmer och Sånger (2003).
From a service 7 March 2021 in Sunds kyrka in the diocese of Linköping.
Photograph by Iin208.

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Translation?

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Here is from Google translate, it's quite ok. The author is one of Swedens great poets. Benny Andersson from ABBA wrote the music.
So you came at last, you were a stranger,
a mythical figure that I have heard of.
So many had painted your pictures,
but it was beyond the pictures you came.
We thought you were useful, for sale,
we wrote your name on our battle banners
we built cathedrals high into the sky,
but you kept going further down.
You are a child lying on a dirt floor
you'll freeze if we don't intervene.
You touch bodies, hate injustice.
You offer mature wine to lovers.
You rise out of all the empty tombs
You are a wind that says: it will be spring.
You come as a refugee over the mountains
You follow us where no one else reaches.
You are the song about life that I forgot
the truth I betrayed day by day.
I let myself down; the mirror that I hid
bear your sudden depths, your features.
Come closer, stay with me.
It darkens and maybe brightens again.
Your life shall bear me; I hear a blackbird that
sings the hour before dawn.