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2 In earth’s vale of sorrows the cold mists enshroud thee,
And tears often flow;
In this life below; :
That rescue doth presage,
3 In earth's dreary deserts the sharp thorns will wound thee,
And rough is the way;
To hasten away;
4 O lift up thine eyes now with hope unto heaven,
The daybreak is here:
Of sin, and afflicted
5 To God be all glory, who graciously sendeth
From heaven His light;
From death Thou hast won us
M. B. Landstad, 1861
2 Patriarchs and priests aspiring,
Saw not this before they died:
Lo, the light to them denied!
Israel's Son and glorious King,
Hope to which the heathen cling,
He will, through His precious blood,
All things once again make good,
That His death's sweet savor may
Take our curse for aye away,
He who God obeys in all,
Through the veil, the holy place,
There to stand before His face;
Shout with joy, for once thou art
In His reign to bear thy part;
J. A. Freylinghausen, 1714
2 Let shouts of gladness rise
5 Thy heart now open wide, Triumphant to the skies.
Bid Christ with thee abide; Here comes the King most glorious He graciously will hear thee, To reign o'er all victorious:
And be forever near thee: Hosanna, etc.
Hosanna, etc. 3 He wears no kingly crown,
6 Then go thy Lord to meet; Yet as a king He's known;
Strew palm-leaves at His feet: Though not arrayed in splendor: Thy garments spread before Him, He still makes death surrender: And honor and adore Him: Hosanna, etc.
4 The weak and timid find
7 E'en babes with one accord
Anon,, Danish, ca. 1600
7, 6, 7, 6, 6, 7, 7, 6.
Rise, children of the king - dom! The King is drawing
A - rise, and hail with glad - ness The Rul - er from on
e Christians, hast- en
Your praise and hom-age bring Him,
And glad Ho - san - nas sing Him; Naught else your love is worth.
2 Arise, ye drooping mourners!
The King is very near; Away with grief and sorrow.
For lo! your help is here.
O blessed consolation!
The King is not afar;
Behold the Morning Star. The Lord will give you joy!
Though troubles now distress you, With comfort He will bless you, E'en death He will destroy.
4 Arise, ye poor and needy!
The King provides for you; He comes with succor speedy,
With mercy ever new. Receive your gracious King,
The giver of all blessing; Hail Him, His name confessing, And glad Fossannas sing. 5 O rich the gifts Thou bring'st us,
Thyself made poor and weak; •
That thus can sinners seek!
And glad Hosannas sing Thee, And ever grateful be.