[VILLAGER]
Lord of the heart, look down upon
Our earthly pilgrimage

[STEPHEN, spoken]
My dear people, my son Absalom will die tomorrow morning at four on the scaffold, for a murder to which he confessed and of which he was guilty. If I stay here now, I become a hindrance to you, and not a help. And so I am resigning from my pastorate at Ndotshéni. I must go. 

[ENSEMBLE]
Lord of the heart