Tras ser expulsado de la posada, Jean Valjean se hospeda en la casa del Obispo de Digne. Valjean la roba su plata y huye, aunque es detenido por dos guardias. El obispo le protege y le ayuda regalándole dos candelabros de plata. Los guardias le sueltan y Valjean se queda solo.
Come in, Sir, for you are weary,
and the night is cold out there.
Though our lives are very 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.
He let me eat my fill.
I had the lion's share.
The silver in my hand
Cost twice what I had earned
In all those nineteen years -
That lifetime of despair
And yet he trusted me -
The old fool trusted me -
He'd done his bit of good
I played the grateful serf
And thanked him like I should.
But when the house was still,
I got up in the night
Took the silver,
Took my flight!
Tell His Reverence your story.
Let us see if he's impressed.
You were lodging here last night.
You were the honest Bishop's guest.
And then, out of Christian goodness.
When he learned about your plight
You maintain he made a present of this silver
That is right.
But my friend, you left so early
Surely something slipped your mind.
You forgot I gave these also
Would you leave the best behind?
So, Messieurs, you may release him
For this man has spoken true.
I commend you for your duty
And God's blessing go with you.
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!