And by his look he sweetly said,
“Does Peter say he knows me not?
Has Peter then my love forgot?”
Soon Peter wept most bitterly
That he had dared his Lord deny.
His Lord is mine: I love him too,
Oh! may I prove to him more true!
But if I sin, oh! grant that I
May weep like Peter, bitterly;
And may it pierce me like a sword,