Tell his reverence your story
 
 
 Let us see if he's impressed
 
 
 You were lodging here last night
 
 
 You were the honest Bishop's guest.
 
 
 And then, out of Christian goodness
 
 
 When he learned about your plight
 
 
 You maintain he made a present of this silver.
 
 
 That is right.
 But my friend you left so early
 Surely something slipped your mind
 
 
 
 You forgot I gave these also;
 Would you leave the best behind?
 So, Messieurs, you may release him
 For this man has spoken true.
 I commend you for your duty
 And God's blessing go with you.
 
 
 
 And remember this, my brother,
 See in this some high plan.
 You must use this precious silver
 To become an honest man.
 By the witness of the martyrs,
 By the passion and the blood,
 God has raised you out of darkness:
 I have bought your soul for God.