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Gloria, laus, et honor.
glory, praise, and honour be
His Royal Name to sing.
“Hosanna! to great David's Son;"
Their tender voices cry :
Which angels chant on high:
"For ever blessed be our King,
Who cometh in God's Name, .
To bear our sin and shame."
4. With fresh-cut palms, and garments spread,
They strew the Conqueror's way :
Observe the festal day.
5 They bless the Saviour's dying love,
We hail His risen power :
In mercy's gracious hour.
6 And Thou wilt clothe us all alike
In robes of spotless white;
Before Thy throne of light.
7. Then glory, praise, and honour be
To Christ, our Saviour King :
St. Theodulph. W. E. Green. (tr.
1 RIDE on! ride on in majesty!
Hark! all the tribes Hosanna cry;
O’er captived death and conquered sin. 3 Ride on ! ride on in majesty!
The angel armies of the sky
To see the approaching Sacrifice. 4 Ride on ! ride on in majesty!
The last and fiercest strife is nigh:
Expects His own anointed Son. 5 Ride on ! ride on in majesty !
In lowly pomp, ride on to die :
Prone vocem, mens, canoram.
Sing aloud in mournful strain
Which our Saviour,
He the ruthless scourge enduring,
Ransom for our sins to pay,
Bore our sorrows,
3 He to liberty restored us
By the very bonds he bare,
Us they fasten
4 When His painful life was ended,
Then the spear transfixed His side,
This to cleanse us,
5 Jesu, may Thy promised blessing
Comfort to our souls afford,
Ever praise Thee,
7. Chandler. (tr.)
WHEN I survey the wondrous Cross
On which the Prince of glory died,
And pour contempt on all my pride.
Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast
Save in the death of Christ, my God;
I sacrifice them to His blood.
3 See from His head, His hands, His feet
Sorrow and love flow mingled down !
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
4 Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were an offering far too small;
1. Watts. *
Didst suffer for us all,
To raise up them that fall;
We cannot tell the bitter woe
Thy love was pleased to bear;
That all our hopes are there.
Thy hands the victory won;
For all that He hath done?
4 O grant us, Lord, with Thee to die,
With Thee to rise anew;
7. M. Neale. *