In royal robes of splendor,
Before the great King�s feet,
The princes of His kingdom,
The crowned Apostles, meet;
To Him their songs adoring
With heart and tongue they bring,
Pure hearts and mighty voices�
E�en as the angels sing.

This Order sheds its luster
O�er all the human race;
A court of righteous judgment,
The rock of Gospel grace;
Rock of His Church, for ages
Elected and foreknown;
Whose glorious Master-Builder
Is Head and Cornerstone.

These are the Nazareans,
Famed heralds to the world,
Who, preaching Christ, His banner
Of victory unfurled;
Day unto day shows knowledge;
Night utters speech to night;
So these to earth�s four corners
Their wondrous tale recite.

Christ�s burden light they proffer,
His easy yoke proclaim;
The seed of life they scatter,
That all may own His Name.
The earth brought forth and budded,
Where�er their ploughshare ran,
And fruits of increase followed
The faith of God made Man.

These are the sure foundation
On which the Temple stands;
The living stones compacting
That house not made with hands;
The gates by which man enters
Jerusalem the new;
The bond which knits together
The Gentile and the Jew.

Let error flee before them,
Let truth extend her way;
Let dread of final judgment
To faith and love give way;
That, loosed from our offenses,
We then may numbered be
Among Thy saints in glory
Around the throne with Thee.