Palme-Sunday

WHen Iesus to Ierusalem,
(And there to suffer) rode,
The people all the way for him
With Palme and Garments strowde:
And though he did full meekely ride,
And poorely on an Asse,
Hosanna to the King they cride,
As he along did passe.

His glory, and his royall right,
Eu'n by a powre diuine)
As if in wordly pompes despight,
Through pouerty did shine;
And though the greater sort did frowne,
He exerciz'd his powre,
Till he himselfe did lay it downe,
At his appointed howre.

Possession of his House he got,
The Marchants thence expel'd;
And, though the Priests were madde thereat,
His Lectures there he held.
Oh! how should any be so dull,
To doubt who this might bee?
When they did things so wonderfull,
And workes so mighty see.

LORD, when to vs thou drawest nigh,
Instruct vs thee to know;
And to receiue thee ioyfully,
How meane so ere in show:
Yea, though the rich and worldly-wise,
When we thy praises sing,
Both Thee, and vs, therefore despise,
Be thou approu'd our King.