Forth Rode The Knights Of Old

Forth rode the knights of old With armour gleaming bright, By noble deeds and actions bold To fight for God and right. To lay the tyrant low, To set the captive free, The hosts of evil to o’erthrow By might of purity.

A vision flamed above, A voice within spoke clear, The symbol of Christ’s mighty love Shone radiant and near. Then, burning with desire, By zeal and love possessed, The knights of old with heart afire Rode out upon the quest.

In every age the same, From hut and princely hall, The pilgrim knights who bear His name Have followed at His call. Now each with glory crowned, And waiting on His will, They stand His splendid throne around And serve more nobly still.

Still, still the vision glows, Still calls the voice divine: Still sink the weak, oppressed by foes, And still the captive pine; Still loyal to their Lord, With zeal and patience shod, With shield of faith and mystic sword, Go forth the knights of God.