O bride of Christ, rejoice;
Exultant raise thy voice
To hail the day of glory
Foretold in sacerd story.
Hosanna, praise, and glory!
Our King, we bow before Thee.
Let shouts of gladness rise
Triumphant to the skies.
Now comes the King most glorious
To reign o'er all victorious:
Hosanna, praise, and glory!
Our King, we bow before Thee.
He wears no kingly crown,
Yet as a King is known;
Though not arrayed in splendor,
Hosanna, praise, and glory!
Our King, we bow before Thee.
The weak and timid find
How meek He is and kind;
To them He gives a treasure
Of bliss beyond all measure.
Hosanna, praise, and glory!
Our King, we bow before Thee.
Thy heart now open wide,
Bid Christ with thee abide.
He graciously will hear thee
And be forever near thee.
Hosanna, praise, and glory!
Our King, we bow before Thee.
Then go thy Lord to meet;
Strew palm-leaves at His feet;
Thy garments spread before Him
And honor and adore Him.
Hosanna, praise, and glory!
Our King, we bow before Thee.
E'en babes with one accord
With thee shall praise the Lord
And every Gentile nation
Respond with exultation:
Hosanna, praise, and glory!
Our King, we bow before Thee.
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