Procul este, Profani!

Chaste manners for the Cross are meet
And virtuous mind.
So may we win us bliss complete
Of every kind.
And for young men it is a chain
Of no frail mesh,
Who are not able to restrain
The lusts of flesh.
Who wears it, must not be
Of conduct loose and free;
If in the heart it fail,
What can it on the dress avail?

A sacrifice, ye knights, now make
Of life and soul
To Him who suffered for your sake
Both death and dole!
Whoe'er was prompt his shield to use
For worldly fame.
He is not wise if he refuse
To God the same.
If Fate shall grant him, there
To speed with issue fair,
A double gain is his—
The world's renown, the soul's true bliss.

To me the world doth beckon back
And falsely smile.
I have followed, like a fool, her track
Too long a while.
Full many and many a day I've run
Her lure to taste:
Where faith and truth are found by none,
There would I haste.
Lord Christ, now help Thou me,
That from the foe I flee
Who sets for me his snare,
Thro' this Thine emblem, which I wear.

Since death hath stol'n my lord away
And left me lone,
No heed unto the world I pay,
Now he is gone.
The best part of my joys he hath ta'en
With him from hence;
Salvation for my soul to gain
Were now sound sense!
If I by this Crusade
Can bring him any aid,
I'll yield him half the store.
May I see him in heaven once more!