Palm Sunday and Passion Week.
"Out of the mouth of babes and sucklings
thou hast perfected praise."
LL glory, laud, and honour,
To thee, Redeemer, King!
To whom the lips of children
Made sweet Hosannas ring.
2 Thou art the king of Israel,
Thou David's royal Son,
Who in the Lord's name comest,
The King and Blessed One.
All glory, etc.
3 The company of angels
Are praising thee on high;
And mortal men, and all things
Created, make reply.
4 The people of the Hebrews
With palms before thee went:
Our praise and prayer and anthems
Before thee we present.
5 To thee before thy Passion
They sang their hymns of praise :
To thee, now high exalted,
Our melody we raise.
6 Thou didst accept their praises;
Accept the prayers we bring,
Who in all good delightest,
Thou good and gracious King.
All glory, etc.
"And the multitudes that went before, and that followed,
cried, saying, Hosanna to the Son of David!"
IDE on! ride on in majesty !
Hark! all the tribes Hosanna cry;
O Saviour meek, pursue thy road
With palms and scatter'd garments strow'd.
2 Ride on ride on in majesty!
In lowly pomp ride on to die:
O Christ, thy triumphs now begin
O'er captive death and conquer'd sin.
3 Ride on! ride on in majesty!
The winged armies of the sky
Look down with sad and wondering eyes
To see the approaching sacrifice.
4 Ride on ride on in majesty!
The last and fiercest strife is nigh;
The Father on his sapphire throne
Expects his own anointed Son.
5 Ride on! ride on in majesty!
In lowly pomp ride on to die ;
Bow thy meek head to mortal pain,
Then take, O God, thy power and reign.
"The precious blood of Christ."
GLORY be to Jesus,
Who in bitter pains
Poured for me the life-blood
From his sacred veins !
Grace and life eternal
In that blood I find.
Blest be his compassion
Infinitely kind!
2 Blest through endless ages
Be the precious stream,
Which from endless torments
Did the world redeem!
Abel's blood for vengeance
Pleaded to the skies
But the blood of Jesus
For our pardon cries.
3 Oft as earth exulting
Wafts its praise on high,
Angel-hosts, rejoicing,
Make their glad reply.
Lift ye then your voices;
Swell the mighty flood;
Louder still and louder,
Praise the precious blood.
"He was wounded for our transgressions."
MY Saviour hanging on the tree,
In agonies and blood,
Methought once turn'd his eyes on me,
As near his cross I stood.
2 Sure, never till my latest breath
Can I forget that look ;
It seem'd to charge me with his death,
Though not a word he spoke.
3 My conscience felt and own'd the guilt,
And plunged me in despair;
I saw my sins his blood had spilt,
And help'd to nail him there.
4 Alas! I knew not what I did;
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But now my tears are vain :
Where shall my trembling soul be hid?
For I the Lord have slain.
5 A second look he gave, which said,
"I freely all forgive;
This blood is for thy ransom paid,
I die that thou may'st live."
6 Thus, while his death my sin displays,
In all its blackest hue--
Such is the mystery of grace-
It seals my pardon too.
"Who, when he had purged our sins, sat down on
the right hand of the Majesty on high."
AIL, thou once despised Jesus;
Hail, thou Galilean King;
Thou didst suffer to release us;
Thou didst free salvation bring!
Hail, thou agonising Saviour,
Bearer of our sin and shame;
By thy merit we find favour;
Life is given through thy name.
2 Paschal Lamb, by God appointed,
All our sins were on thee laid;
By Almighty love anointed,
Thou hast full atonement made.
All thy people are forgiven
Through the virtue of thy blood;
Open'd is the gate of heaven,
Peace is made 'twixt man and God.
3 Jesus, hail! enthroned in glory,
There for ever to abide,
All the heavenly hosts adore thee,
Seated at Thy Father's side;
There for sinners thou art pleading;
There thou dost our place prepare;
Ever for us interceding,
Till in glory we appear.
4 Worship, honour, power, and blessing
Thou art worthy to receive;
Loudest praises, without ceasing,
Meet it is for us to give!
Help, ye bright angelic spirits,
Bring your sweetest, noblest lays;
Help to sing our Saviour's merits,
Help to chant Emmanuel's praise.
"Who is this that cometh from Edom, with dyed
HO is this that comes from Edom,
All his raiment stained with blood,
To the captive speaking freedom,
Bringing and bestowing good:
Glorious in the garb he wears,
Glorious in the spoil he bears?
2 'Tis the Saviour, now victorious,
Travelling onward in his might;
'Tis the Saviour; O how glorious,
To his people is the sight!
Satan conquered, and the grave,
Jesus now is strong to save.
3 Why that blood his raiment staining?
'Tis the blood of many slain;
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