1. Tell the prince may my Lord make his glory last
And grant him from His grace a treasure stored,

2. Though I have reaped fruits, nobility's bounty still
Flows to servants as plentiful reward,

3. And though my sins are many and diverse,
Let Your forgiveness, beautiful and free,

4. Surpass them. He who hopes the lofty one
Will pardon him should pardon those below.