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PRESENT SWORD

Oh, Prince Emmanuel, Son of God,
From this far-off and humble sod,
Once by thy gentle footsteps trod,
Thee, J ESUS , we salute!
Omniscient King , behold our Band
As with this emblematic brand,
Our work we execute!
Each movement of the Knightly Sword
Shall tell of T HEE , thou Templar's L ORD!

DRAW SWORD .

Come out, come out, thou glittering brand!
Obey a Christian Knight's command!
Inspire a Templar's hand!
Celestial signs, thou sword, reveal
In cut and flash of sacred steel,
As in the ancient Band!
As when, before the S AVIOUR'S shrine,
Each Templar breathed his countersign!

THE FINAL SUMMARY OF TESTIMONIES .

Its Breezes sigh; its Tempests roar:
Its wild Waves break along the shore:
Its Fruitage ripens in the Sun:
Its Song Birds tell the day begun:
Its Hills in snowy grandeur rise:
Its Storm Clouds vex the peaceful skies:
In every sight the Christian's eye
Something of J ESUS will espy!
In every sound the Christian's ear,
Something of J ESUS C HRIST will hear!
One testimony all afford, —

THE FIRST SUMMARY OF CHRISTIAN TESTIMONIES .

Thus Holy Land, on every side
Tells of the One , the C RUCIFIED !
Its Hill tops sacred witness bear,
That H E , the homeless, slumbered there;
Its Plains H IS footsteps still imprint,
Who o'er their thirsty pathways went;
Its Waters H IS blest image trace
That once reflected J ESUS ' face;
Its Stars on Heaven's broad pages write
That J ESUS prayed beneath their light;

OLIVET: THE MOUNT OF HIS ASCENSION .

I thought of J ESUS , on the Mount
Of Olivet , gray Olivet ;
'Twas there He led His weeping band,
Within their group they saw Him stand,
His parting promises were given,
He blest them, rose and went to Heaven;
Then, as I turned my feet,
This V OICE from Olivet I heard, —

JERUSALEM: THE CITY OF HIS DEATH .

I thought of J ESUS , as I walked
A pilgrim through J ERUSALEM .
What memories does its history trace!
His living love; His dying grace;
The bread; the wine; the coming doom;
The Scourge; the Crown; the Cross; the Tomb;
Then, in the Paschal hymn,
This, from J ERUSALEM I heard, —

GETHSEMANE: THE GARDEN OF HIS AGONY .

I thought of J ESUS , in that Grove
Of agony, G ETHSEMANE :
Its hoary leaves around me sighed,
Its dewdrops wept; my spirit vied
With nature's grief, till I forgot
All time, all space, in that sad spot;
Then, as my thoughts came free,
This, from G ETHSEMANE I heard, —

GALILEE: THE CENTER OF HIS LABORS .

I thought of Jesus by the Sea
Of Galilee , blue Galilee :
His sermon blessed its peaceful shore, —
He stilled its tempest by His power, —
His mightiest deeds He wrought and drew
From fishermen there His chosen few;
Then, as I bowed the knee,
This voice from Galilee I heard,

JORDAN: THE SCENE OF HIS BAPTISM .

I thought of Jesus in the rush
Of J ORDAN 's waters, cool and good;
How cheering was that noontide draught!
Never such healthful cup I'd quaffed;
So C HRIST , whose presence blest its wave,
Health and refreshing coolness gave;
Then, as well cheered I stood,

NAZARETH: THE HOME OF HIS YOUTH .

I thought of Jesus in the Vale
Of N AZARETH , sweet N AZARETH .
His name is murmured in its Fount, —
His praises sweep along its Mount, —
His youthful feet have trodden there, —
His earliest thoughts distilled in prayer;
Then, as I bowed in faith,
This voice from N AZARETH I heard, —