One morning on that misty shore We found a meal prepared, And ate together one meal more With him, our risen Lord. Three times he asked me, face to face, If I were still his man. It's thanks to his amazing grace, Yes, I am still his man! And if you, too, deny your Lord, Although it be but once, You'll hear the same forgiving word And have your second chance. For some are called a second time And some more times than this; And only those who follow him Know what all others miss.