Sion
haste to meet thy king
Psalms and glad hosannas sing
Strew thy palms
thy garments spread
For the Judge of quick and dead!
Meek
He rides upon the colt;
God
who wields the thunderbolt
Lays His royal glory by
In our flesh for man to die.
Enter now the temple gate
Where He stands in princely state;
Join the children’s song of praise
To the King of endless days.
For the Lord who comes with grace
Soon shall show His shining face;
Christ
who for our sins atoned
Comes ’mid angel hosts enthroned.
Heav’ns shall vanish like a scroll
Sun and moons in darkness roll
When the dead the trumpet hear
When the judgment books appear.
On that day of doom and grace
Grant us with Thy saints a place
Save us from the realms of night
Clothe us with eternal light.
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