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Thou art the King of Israel,
Thou David's royal Son,
The King and blesséd One.
2 The company of angels
Are praising Thee on high;
Created, make reply.
With palms before Thee went:
Before Thee we present.
3 To Thee before Thy passion
They sang their hymns of praise:
Our melody we raise.
Accept the prayers we bring,
Theodulph. J. M. Neale, Tr.
176 WHEN His salvation bringing,
To Zion Jesus came,
Hosanna to His name;
But as He rode along,
And smiled to hear their song.
2 And since the Lord retaineth
His love to children still,
On Zion's heavenly hill;
Who sits upon the throne, And cry aloud: Hosanna
To David's royal Son.
3 For should we fail proclaiming
Our great Redeemer's praise, The stones, our silence shaming,
Might well Hosannas raise.
The tribute of our words?
They too shall be the Lord's.
177 CHRIST the Lord is ris’n again;
Christ hath broken ev'ry chain;
.2 He who gave for us His life,
Who for us endured the strife,
3 He, who bore all pain and loss
Comfortless upon the cross,
4 He whose path no records tell,
Who descended into hell,
5 He who slumbered in the grave,
Is exalted now to save;
6 Now He bids us tell abroad,
How the lost may be restored,
7 Thou our Paschal Lamb indeed,
Christ, Thy ransomed people feed;
KNOW that my Redeemer lives,
And ever prays for me;
A pledge of liberty.
2 I find Him lifting up my head;
He brings salvation near;
And He will soon appear.
3 He wills that I should holy be:
What can withstand His will? The counsel of His grace in me
He surely shall fulfill.
4 Jesus, I hang upon Thy word:
I steadfastly believe
And to Thyself receive.
5 When God is mine, and I am His,
Of Paradise possessed, I taste unutterable bliss
And everlasting rest.
179 GO OD hath sent His angels to the earth again,
Bringing joyful tidings to the Sons of men. They who first at Christmas, thronged the
heav'nly way, Now beside the tomb-door, sit on Easter Day. Angels, sing His triumph as you sang His
2 In the dreadful desert, where the Lord was
tried, There the faithful angels gathered at His
side; And when, in the garden, grief and pain and Bowed Him down with anguish, they were
with Him there.
3 Yet the Christ they honor, is the same Christ
still, Who, in light and darkness, did His Father's
will: And the tomb deserted, shineth like the sky, Since He passed out from it, into victory.
Angels, sing His triumph, etc.