Palm Sunday

Come, ye children of the Lord,
Let us all, with one accord.
Bound our lowly Master bend.
Tenderly His steps attend,
Lay our hearts beneath His feet.
And His praise sing loud and sweet;
For, though wearing little state.
He's our God, the good and great:
Darkest night, when day is nighest.
Sing, " Hosanna in the highest!"
Freedom for the long enslaved,
"Hosanna to the Son of David!"

Long in darkness did He wait,
Sorrowful and desolate.
Now the deepest shades of grief
Come before the last relief:
Soon the night shall pass away.
Soon shall it be perfect day,
Soon the world, Lord, shall be
Fill'd with light, and life, and Thee:
Darkest night, when day is nighest.
Sing, " Hosanna in the highest!"
Freedom for the long enslaved,
"Hosanna to the Son of David!"

Laud, eternal praise and laud,
Be to Thee, the Saviour God!
Low though now Thou dost appear,
Yet Thy kingly state is near;
Meek, and in no pomp of pride.
Though Thou now dost humbly ride.
Soon shalt Thou ascend Thy throne.
Crowns, not palms, before Thee strewn:
Darkest night, when day is nighest.
Sing, " Hosanna in the highest!"
Freedom for the long enslaved,
"Hosanna to the Son of David!"