Three by three in
line they come
courteous men of
Templardom! Christian
men who’ve
bowed the knee
At the cross of
Calvary. Each with
dedicated sword to
the glory of the Lord.
Guarding still the
faith they hold
as was done in
days of old.
For their history trails away to the dark and bloody day
When the Christians made their stand in the troubled Holy
land And the followers of the Christ Ruthlessly were sacrificed.
There amid the inky gloom shown the Templar’s spotless
plume.
Now this need for
strife has gone,
Still the termplars
follow on, Though
their swords in
silence sleep, Still
beneath the glittering arch
candidates for knighthood
march, And by taper
and by sword, Pledge
allegiance to the Lord.
Templars all, my hand
I wave Be you steadfast,
be you brave! Old the
order! Old the need!
For the valiant Christian
deed bigotry no more
holds sway. But for valiant
knights today And
for christian gentlemen
Still the need is now, as then.

To the Holy land he pours,
From afar he‘s ashore,
Jerusalem he hears your call,
In His name he‘s tall,
Blessed by a Pope,
Just the sight he‘s hope.

Through darkness will fight,
For the savior’s the light,
Red the cross wears,
With Brothers he’s got prayers,
A Warrior he doesn’t fold,
Always a Knight he’s bold,

For the Lord he has song,
With faith he‘s strong,
Battle hardened he gives roar,
To his rule he‘s poor,
Blood drenched he is to hold,
Self-disciplined he‘s the mold.

Words of St Bernard he hears,
From Christians he‘s lauded with cheers,
The Murders & horrors he sees,
Almighty God he‘s on knees,
To his Lord he sings,
When martyred he‘s granted wings!