Recall the day we met my lord
A prince on way to fathers court.
Where joyous feast for heir where held
And fairest hosts of servants dwell.
You saw your serf beside the way
Beneath his crushing sins he lay.
And cried for help deserving none
Revering neither king nor son.
Yet pity filled the sovereigns soul
When seeing sinners fate and tole.
From lofty height you lowly stoop
To comfort wretched sinful dupe.
And lay your crown beside my head
To carry weight of sin instead.
