HOW shall I receive Thee,
How greet Thee, Lord, aright?
All nations long to see Thee,
My hope, my heart's delight!
O kindle, Lord, most holy,
Thy lamp within my breast,
To do in spirit lowly
All that may please Thee best.
2 Thy Zion palms is strewing,
And branches fresh and fair;
My heart its pow'rs renewing,
An anthem shall prepare.
My soul puts off her sadness
Thy glories to proclaim;
With all her strength and gladness
She fain would serve Thy Name.
3 I lay in fetters groaning,
Thou com'st to set me free!
I stood my shame bemoaning,
Thou com'st to honor me!
A glory Thou dost give me,
A treasure safe on high
That will not fail nor leave me
As earthly riches fly.
4 Love caused Thy incarnation,
Love brought Thee down to me;
Thy thirst for my salvation
Procured my liberty.
O love beyond all telling,
That led Thee to embrace,
In love all love excelling,
Our lost and fallen race!
5 Rejoice then, ye sad-hearted,
Who sit in deepest gloom,
Who mourn o'er joys departed,
And tremble at your doom;
He who alone can cheer you
Is standing at the door;
He brings His pity near you,
And bids you weep no more.
P. Gerhardt. A. T. Russell, Tr.
Blessed be He that cometh
In the name of the Lord,
Hosanna to our King!
He that cometh in the name of the Lord, He that cometh in the name of the Lord.
Hosanna, Hosanna,
Hosanna to our King!
Hosanna to our King!
SING Hosanna! Zion, sing!
David's Son thy gates is nearing,
Hail the triumph of thy King;
Set the throne for His appearing;
Strew thy palms; prepare the way:
Lo, He comes to thee today.
Hosanna! Welcome Thou! Come; behold, we go to meet Thee; Low before Thy feet we bow,
With our hearts arrayed to greet Thee. Enter, Lord, within our gates, Where a welcome for Thee waits.
3 Hail! Hosanna! Glorious King,
Prince of Peace and Victor splendid!
Thou to all Thine own wilt bring
All the spoils of conflict ended.
Thine the right, exalted, sure,
And Thy kingdom shall endure.
4 Hail! Hosanna! Dearest Guest,
Who dost graciously elect us
Joint heirs in Thy kingdom blest,
Reign Thou in us and protect us.
Make us ready to obey,
Subject to Thy scepter's sway.
5 Hail! Hosanna! Lord, make haste;
Come, Thy clemency revealing,
Not in servant's form abased,
Nor Thy majesty concealing;
Come, that Zion now may see
David's Son, and God's in Thee.
6 Hail! Hosanna! Come, O Christ;
Help and prosper, we implore Thee,
So there can be sacrificed
Truly contrite hearts before Thee.
Whoso will Thy voice regard
Thou wilt own as Thine, O Lord.
7 Hail! Hosanna! Here with Thee
In Gethsemane we wander,
Till at last our lot shall be
Evermore to praise Thee yonder.
Bethphage before us lies
Where Hosannas ever rise.
8 Far and near Hosannas heard!
Haste Thine advent, O Lord Jesus! O Thou Blesséd of the Lord,
Wilt stand there and not release us. Hail! Hosanna! Dost Thou hear? Yea, Hosanna! Thou art near!
LIFT up your heads, ye mighty gates,
Behold the King of glory waits;
The King of kings is drawing near,
The Savior of the world is here.
Life and salvation doth He bring,
Wherefore rejoice and gladly sing:
We praise Thee, Father, now;
Creator, wise art Thou.
2 The Lord is just, a helper tried,
Mercy is ever at His side;
His kingly crown is holiness,
His sceptre, pity in distress.
The end of all our woes He brings,
Wherefore the earth is glad and sings;
We praise Thee, Savior, now;
Mighty indeed art Thou.
3 O blest the land, the city blest,
Where Christ the Ruler is confessed:
O happy hearts and happy homes,
To whom this King in triumph comes!
The cloudless sun of joy He is,
Who bringeth pure delight and bliss:
O Comforter divine!
What boundless grace is Thine!
4 Fling wide the portals of your heart,
Make it a temple set apart
From earthly use for heaven's employ,
Adorned with prayer, and love, and joy:
So shall your Sovereign enter in,
And new and nobler life begin.
To Thee, O God, be praise
For word, and deed, and grace!
5 Redeemer, come, I open wide
My heart, to Thee; here, Lord, abide:
Let me Thine inner presence feel,
Thy grace and love in me reveal;
Thy Holy Spirit guide us on
Until our glorious goal is won!
Eternal praise and fame
We offer to Thy name!
G. Weissel.
C. Winkworth, Tr.
ION'S daughter, O rejoice!
Shout aloud, Jerusalem!
Lo, thy King doth come to thee,
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