Behold, thy king cometh unto thee, meek, and sitting upon an ass, and a colt the foal of an ass.
Matthew 21:5
Words: John H. Anketell, Gospel and Epistle Hymns for the Christian Year (New York: Church Record Company, 1889), number 1. New York City, S. Barnabas’ Day, 1889.
Music: Benevento arranged from Samuel Webbe, Sr., 1792 (🔊 ).
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Sion, haste to meet thy king,
Psalms and glad hosannas sing,
Strew thy palms, thy garments spread,
For the Judge of quick and dead!
Meek, He rides upon the colt;
God, who wields the thunderbolt,
Lays His royal glory by
In our flesh for man to die.
Enter now the temple gate,
Where He stands in princely state;
Join the children’s song of praise
To the King of endless days.
For the Lord who comes with grace,
Soon shall show His shining face;
Christ, who for our sins atoned,
Comes ’mid angel hosts enthroned.
Heav’ns shall vanish like a scroll,
Sun and moons in darkness roll,
When the dead the trumpet hear,
When the judgment books appear.
On that day of doom and grace,
Grant us with Thy saints a place,
Save us from the realms of night,
Clothe us with eternal light.