In Luke as you may see,
Who sang glory to the Lord on high
That did come for to make us free.
As once again the chorus rang out, he saw the King join his consort at the window, and, watching the two, could not but reflect how amiable a gentleman His Majesty might have been had he not been fated to fill a position wholly unfitted for him. But then his face grew stern, for back into his mind there came a memory of the long, long list of grievous acts of tyranny and injustice for which the King was responsible; and he thought of Eliot done to death in prison, of Hampden laying down his life in the struggle to free the country, and of Falkland, contemned and misjudged by all, striving in vain to make peace, and dying broken-hearted in the saddest isolation.
Haunted most of all by this memory of Falkland, he stumbled somehow into the final verse of the carol.
And thus in death yielded up His breath,
Saying, consecrated, just,
All this was done by Christ, God’s Son,
To bring men’s souls to rest.
Therefore you all, both great and small,