1 My Lord, you wore no royal crown; you did not wield the powers of state, nor did you need a scholar's gown or priestly robe, to make you great. 2 You never used a killer's sword to end an unjust tyranny; your only weapon was your word, for truth alone could set us free. 3 You did not live a world away in hermit's cell or desert cave, but felt our pain and shared each day with those you came to seek and save. 4 You made no mean or cunning move, chose no unworthy compromise, but carved a track of burning love through tangles of deceit and lies. 5 You came unequalled, undeserved, to be what we were meant to be; to serve, instead of being served, to pay for our perversity. 6 So when I stumble, set me right; command my life as you require; let all your gifts be my delight and you, my Lord, my one desire.