The dark’ning shadows of the night,
Shrouding the forest, plain and dale,
Conceal him from her sight.
And now she hastens to her bower,
And now the chief pricks on his way;
Behold, around him march the power,
Of vassal bold in long array;
For they are bound to Palestine,
With shield, and spear, and sword,
Their blessed Saviour’s tomb to win