The greatest hero is not he

The greatest hero is not he
For blows with blows who’s paying,
But he who, hundred times betrayed,
Himself knows no betraying.

Who after love can send a curse
He never felt love’s passion,
For love is able to forgive
And knows no condemnation.

Who will not bring a sacrifice
To him no love be proffered;
Bad is the priest who thinks he’s more
Than that what he has offered.

And should e’er love demand of me
My life and share in heaven—
I would go as the lamb for Thee
To whom my love I’ve given.