O Bride of Christ, Rejoice!

O Bride of Christ

re­joice!

Exultant raise thy voice

To hail the day of glo­ry

Foretold in sac­red story.

Hosanna

praise and glo­ry

Our king

we bow be­fore Thee.

Let shouts of glad­ness rise

Triumphant to the skies.

Here comes the King most glo­ri­ous

To reign o’er all vic­tor­ious

He wears no king­ly crown

Yet as a king He’s known;

Though not ar­rayed in splen­dor

He still makes death sur­ren­der.

The weak and ti­mid find

How meek He is and kind;

To them He gives a trea­sure

Of bliss be­yond all mea­sure.

Thy heart now op­en wide

Bid Christ with thee abide;

He gra­cious­ly will hear thee

And be for­ev­er near thee.

Then go thy Lord to meet;

Strew palm leaves at His feet;

Thy gar­ments spread before Him

And hon­or and adore Him.

E’en babes with one ac­cord

With thee shall praise the Lord

And ev­ery gen­tile na­tion

Respond with ex­ul­ta­tion.