Classic Poem

“Not where the Saviour bore
Thorns on His brow;
Not where my King upon
Cross tree did bow;
Not where the Prince of Life
Sorrowed and groaned,
Godfrey shall ever be
Homaged and crowned.

“Mine be the humbler name,
Fitter by far,
‘Warder of Tomb Divine,
Christ's Sepulcher’;
Mine at its portal
In armor to lie!
Mine in death's ministry
When I shall die.”

Knight of Christ's Sepulcher,
Christ's Chevalier,
Good Sword of Jesus,
Oh, live grandly here!
Ashes of Godfrey, there's
No place like this,
Crowned in Christ's glory
And reigning in bliss!