6 mf Thou didst accept their praises;
Accept the prayers we bring,

cres Who in all good delightest,
Thou good and gracious King.

All glory, &c.
Amen.

St. Theodulph of Orleans (died 821), tr. J. M. Neale (1818-1866).

153

Behold, thy King cometh unto thee: He is just,
and having salvation. Zech. ix. 9.

1 'Is not This our King and Prophet?'
Ring Hosannas, wave the palm,
Let the children from the temple
Echo back the people's psalm;
'Blessed is the Son of David,'
Blessed is the Christ of God,
Welcome to the hill of Sion,

6

Deck the pathway, strew the sod!

2 m Meek and lowly One,' He cometh, And the anthem greets His ears;

cres

mf Lo the city lies before Him,

dim

But He sees it through His tears; mf Looking from the Mount of Olives, Towers and marble temple rise ;— dim Is thy peace, O well-loved Salem, 'Hid for ever from thine eyes ?'

3 Sees He now,

p

in solemn vision,

Calvary without the gate'?
Israel fallen-house and city

Left unto her desolate '?

mf Yes, O Saviour all-enduring!

8.7.

Thou wast watching every heartWhich would love Thee, (dim) which forsake

p

Thee,

Which would do the traitor's part.

4 p Pity, Lord, man's hollow praises,

Then or now, which greet Thee thus ;
'By Thy Cross, and by Thy Passion,'
O have mercy yet on us!

Now Thou reignest with the Father,
And the Spirit evermore;

dim Lord, look down upon Thy servants,
Who repent, (cres) and would adore.

Amen.

W. J. Irons.

154 Ride on, because of the word of truth. Ps. xlv. 5. L.M.

1 ƒ RIDE on! ride on in majesty !

Hark! all the tribes Hosanna cry :
O Saviour meek, pursue Thy road,
With palms and scattered garments strowed.

2 ƒ Ride on! ride on in majesty !
dim In lowly pomp ride on to die!
cres O Christ, Thy triumphs now begin
O'er captive death and conquered sin.

3 Ride on! ride on in majesty !
The angel-armies of the sky

dim Look down with sad and wondering eyes To see the approaching sacrifice.

4 mf Ride on! ride on in majesty !

5

The last and fiercest strife is nigh:
The Father on His sapphire throne
Expects His Own Anointed One.

p Ride on! ride on in majesty!
In lowly pomp ride on to die!

Bow Thy meek Head to mortal pain, cres Then take, O God, Thy power, and reign.

Reign on reign on in majesty !
Reign on in triumph, Lord Most High!
We hymn Thee on Thy throne of love,
Almighty King, in realms above. Amen.

Dean Milman (1791-1868).

Also the following:

Hosanna to the living Lord

(286)

Hymns on the Passion.*

155 Father, into Thy hands I commend My

1

Spirit. Luke xxiii. 46.

will,

11.10.11.10.

P AND now, Beloved Lord, Thy Soul resigning Into Thy Father's Arms with conscious [clining, Calmly, with reverend grace, Thy Head rePP The throbbing Brow and labouring Breast grow still.

2 mf Freely Thy life Thou yieldest; ere its ending

Purged from sin's awful and accursed load, The conflict o'er, (dim) in perfect peace commending

Thy Spirit to Thy Father and Thy God. 3 O love! o'er mortal agony victorious, Now is Thy triumph! now that Cross shall shine

To earth's remotest age revered and glorious,
Of suffering's deepest mystery the sign.

*Some of these Hymns may be sung throughout the

year.

4 mf The present, past, and future here are

blending,

Moment supreme in this world's history, cres 'Mid darkness, opening graves, and mountains rending,

f

New light is dawning on humanity.

5 My Saviour, in mine hour of mortal anguish, When earth grows dim, and round me falls the night,

6

PP O breathe Thy peace, as flesh and spirit languish ;

cres

At that dread eventide let there be light.

p To Thy dear Cross turn Thou mine eyes in dying;

cres

Lay but my fainting head upon Thy
Breast;

Those outstretched Arms receive my latest
sighing;

156

And then,-oh! then,-(p) Thine everlasting rest. Amen.

Eliza Sibbald Alderson (1875).

Truly this was the Son of God! Matt. xxvii. 54.
1 p BOUND upon the accursed Tree,
Faint and bleeding, Who is He?
By the eyes so pale and dim,
Streaming blood, and writhing limb;
By the flesh with scourges torn;
By the crown of twisted thorn;
By the side so deeply pierced;
By the baffled, burning thirst;
By the drooping, death-dewed brow:
cres Son of Man! 'tis Thou! 'tis Thou!

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3

cres Dread and awful, Who is He?
By the sun at noon-day pale,
Shivering rocks, and rending veil;
Earth that trembles at His doom,
Yonder saints who burst their tomb;
Eden, promised ere He died

To the felon at His side;

my Lord! our suppliant knees we bow: Son of God! 'tis Thou! 'tis Thou!

p Bound upon the accursed Tree,
Sad and dying, Who is He?
By the last and bitter cry,
The ghost given up in agony;
By the lifeless body laid
In the chamber of the dead;
By the mourners come to weep,
Where the bones of Jesus sleep ;;
Crucified! we know Thee now:

cres Son of Man! 'tis Thou! 'tis Thou!

4 Bound the accursed Tree,
upon
cres Dread and awful, Who is He?
my By the prayer for them that slew,—
Р 'Lord! they know not what they

do!'

cres By the spoiled and empty grave;
By the souls He died to save;
By the conquest He hath won;
By the saints before His throne;
By the rainbow round His Brow:
Son of God! 'tis Thou! 'tis Thou!

Amen.

Dean Milman (1791-1868).