Come in, Sir, for you are weary

And the night is cold out there.

Though our lives are vey humble

What we have, we have to share.

There is wine here to revive you.

There is bread to make you strong.

There's a bed to rest 'til morning.

Rest from pain, and rest from wrong.

But remember this, my brother

See in this some higher plan.

You must use this precious silver

To become an honest man.

By the witness of the martyrs

By the Passion and the Blood

God has raised you out of darkness

I have bought your soul for God!