Classic Poem

Precious in the sight of Heaven
Is the place where Christians die;
Souls with every sin forgiven,
To the courts of glory'fly;
Every sorrow, every burden,
Every Cross they lay it down;
J ESUS gives them richest guerdon
In His own immortal C ROWN .

Here, above our B ROTHER weeping,
Through our tears we seize the hope, —
He in Jesus sweetly sleeping,
Shall awake in glory up;
He has borne his Cross in sorrow,
Weary pilgrim, all forlorn —
With the new light of to-morrow,
He will have the sparkling C ROWN .

Knights of Christ, your ranks are broken;
Close your front, the foe is nigh;
Shield to Shield , behold the TOKEN
As he saw it in the sky!
B Y THAT S IGN , so bright, so glorious,
Y OU SHALL CONQUER , if you strive,
And like him, though dead, victorious,
In the courts of J ESUS live!