Thou art the King of Israel,

Thou David's royal Son,

Who in the Lord's name comest,
The King and blessed One.

2 The company of angels

Are praising Thee on high;
And mortal men, and all things
Created, make reply.
The people of the Hebrews

With palms before Thee went:
Our praise and prayer and anthems
Before Thee we present.

3 To Thee before Thy passion
They sang their hymns of praise:
To Thee, now high exalted,
Our melody we raise.

Thou didst accept their praises;
Accept the prayers we bring,

Who in all good delightest,
Thou good and gracious King.

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WHEN His salvation bringing,
To Zion Jesus came,

The children all stood singing
Hosanna to His name;

Nor did their zeal offend Him,
But as He rode along,

He let them still attend Him,

Theodulph.

J. M. Neale, Tr.

And smiled to hear their song.

2 And since the Lord retaineth
His love to children still,
Though now as King He reigneth
On Zion's heavenly hill;
We'll flock around His banner,
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.
But shall we only render
The tribute of our words?
No, while our hearts are tender,
They too shall be the Lord's.

J. King.

Easter

177

CHRIST the Lord is ris'n again;

Christ hath broken ev'ry chain;
Hark, angelic voices cry,
Singing evermore on high,
Hallelujah!

2 He who gave for us His life,
Who for us endured the strife,
Is our Paschal Lamb today;
We too, sing for joy and say,
Hallelujah!

3 He, who bore all pain and loss
Comfortless upon the cross,
Lives in glory now on high,
Pleads for us and hears our cry:
Hallelujah!

4 He whose path no records tell,
Who descended into hell,

Who the strong man armed hath bound, Now in highest heaven is crowned.

Hallelujah!

5 He who slumbered in the grave,
Is exalted now to save;

Now through Christendom it rings
That the Lamb is King of kings.
Hallelujah!

6 Now He bids us tell abroad,
How the lost may be restored,
How the penitent forgiven,
How we, too, may enter heaven.
Hallelujah!

7 Thou our Paschal Lamb indeed,
Christ, Thy ransomed people feed;
Take our guilt and sins away,
That we all may sing for aye,
Hallelujah!

M. Weiss.

C. Winkworth, Tr.

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I

KNOW that my Redeemer lives,
And ever prays for me;

A token of His love He gives,
A pledge of liberty.

2 I find Him lifting up my head;
He brings salvation near;
His presence makes me free indeed,
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

Thou wilt return, and claim me, Lord,
And to Thyself receive.

5 When God is mine, and I am His,
Of Paradise possessed,

I taste unutterable bliss
And everlasting rest.

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C. Wesley.

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 birth.

"Christ, the Lord is risen,"
"Peace, good will on earth."

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

care

Bowed Him down with anguish, they were with Him there.

Angels, sing His triumph, etc.

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.