CHRIST ENTERING JERUSALEM.

OSANNA to the Son of David!

Raise
Triumphal arches to his
praise;

For Him prepare a
throne

Hosanna, best-beloved and noble Guest,
Who made us by thy high behest

Heirs of thy realm with thee.
Oh, let us, therefore, never weary be
To stand and serve before thy righteous
throne;

Who comes at last to We know no king but thee: rule thou o'er

Zion-to his own;

Strew palms around; make

plain and straight the

way

us alone.

Hosanna! Come, the time draws on apace;

We long thy mercy to embrace;

This servant's form can ne'er
Conceal the majesty thy acts declare.
Too well art thou here in thy Zion known
Who art the Son of God, and yet art David's

son.

Hosanna, Lord! Be thou our help and friend;

Thy aid to us in mercy send,

That each may bring his soul

An offering unto thee unstained and whole. Thou wilt have none for thy disciples, Lord, But who obey in truth, not only hear, thy word.

Hosanna! Let us in thy footsteps tread,
Nor that sad Mount of Olives dread
Where we must weep and watch,
Until the far-off song of joy we catch
From heaven, our Bethphagè, where we
shall sing

Hosanna in the highest to our God and
King!"

Hosanna! Let us sound it far and wide! | When, bending 'neath her heavy creel,

Hosanna! Make thy home with us for She laid her burden on the green

Thou comest, Lord, and naught us from thy With trembling hands and pleading words love shall sever.