SECURE SWORD .

PRAYER OF THE TEMPLARS

Groaning in Gethsemane, —
Crowned from lordan's thorny tree, —
Scourged, alas! with Roman lash,
Gory streams from every gash, —
Mocked with purple robe and reed, —
Nailed, and dying, — Master , heed,
And hear the T EMPLARS' PRAYER !

Now on high-exalted throne,
See T HY Templars marching on!
May we feel T HY presence near,
May we never, never tear!
Though we linger, though we bleed,
Though we falter, Master , heed,
And hear the T EMPLARS' PRAYER .

While T HY Templars faithful live,
Shield, and arms, and courage give!
When T HY toil-spent Templars die,
Crowned with glorious victory,
In T HY presence, by T HY side,
Us eternal rest provide!
Then, thou omnipresent L ORD ,
By the utterances of the sword
Grant the T EMPLARS ' P RAYER !