His Highness

Behold the Prisoner of the kings

The One Whose praise the Psalmist sings

Who for God's love had arisen

Yet was cast into the dungeon prison

Unjustly chained in that dark pit

Within His breast a fire was lit

A flame to light the seeker's way

A sun to bring the promised day

And by that Maiden's Apparition

He Awakened to His holy mission

A life of exile did He face

As He set out from that loathsome place

Disdainful of His own protection

Intent upon man's resurrection

The love that burned within His breast

Allowed Him not a moment's rest

He proclaimed that not in vain have yearned

The ages past, He had Returned

His sovereignty to be unfurled

His teachings to Unite the World

Esteemed as naught by potentates

Who failed to grasp Who held their fates

They banished Him from land to land

Yet rose and fell at His command

Oblivious they were that they

Were impotent to end His sway

His very footsteps were foretold

His Order destined to Unfold

Enduring every loss and pain

For forty years His words did rain

Upon the earth of human hearts

A power only God imparts

Redeem us, O Almighty One

As promised, let Thy Will be done

That we may serve Thee, worshipping,

Our hearts but prisoners of the King