From Bethany, the Master

From Bethany

the Mas­ter

Comes down Mt. Ol­ive’s slope

And all the world is sing­ing

A glad new song of hope;

Cry out

O state­ly ce­dars

Along the rug­ged way!

Ye vine­yards

shout ho­san­na

To greet this hap­py day!

The King of Love

in tri­umph

Rides through the ci­ty’s gate;

Rejected

scorned—yet Vic­tor

The Con­quer­or of hate;

O wave your green palm branch­es!

Exalt His match­less worth!

This King of Love shall con­quer

The na­tions of the earth.

Not of this world His kin­gdom;

His pow­er is from above;

His realm is of the spir­it

His scep­ter—Truth and Love;

He calls us to His serv­ice

His ban­ner is un­furled;

With Thee we march

O Mas­ter

To ov­er­come the world.