"Before you" he trod all the path of woe,
He took the sharp thrusts with his head bent low,
He knew deepest sorrow and pain and grief,
He knew long endurance without relief.

He took all the bitter from death's deep cup,
He kept not a blood drop, but gave all up.
"Before you," and for you, he won the fight
To bring you to glory and realms of light.

Songs of the Nightingale