Come, Faithful People

Come

faith­ful people

come away

Your hom­age to your mon­arch pay;

It is the feast of palms to­day;

Hosanna in the high­est!

When Christ

the Lord of all

drew nigh

On Sun­day morn to Beth­any

He called two loved ones stand­ing by:

Hosanna in the high­est!

To yon­der vil­lage go

said He

An ass and foal tied shall ye see

Loose them and bring them un­to Me;

Hosanna in the high­est!

If any man dis­pute your word

Say

They are need­ed by the Lord

And he per­miss­ion will ac­cord:

Hosanna in the high­est!

The two up­on their er­rand sped

And found the ass as He had said

And on the colt their clothes they spread:

Hosanna in the high­est!

They set Him up­on His throne so rude;

Before Him went the mul­ti­tude

And in their way their gar­ments strewed:

Hosanna in the high­est!

Go

Sav­ior

thus to tri­umph borne

Thy crown shall be the wreath of thorn

Thy royal garb the robe of scorn:

Hosanna in the high­est!

They thronged be­fore

be­hind

around

They cast palm branch­es on the ground

And still rose up the joy­ful sound:

Hosanna in the high­est!

Blessèd is Is­ra­el’s king

they cry;

Blessèd is He that com­eth nigh

In name of God the Lord most high:

Hosanna in the high­est!

Thus

Sav­ior

to Thy pass­ion go

Arrayed in roy­al­ty of woe

Assumed for sin­ners here be­low:

Hosanna in the high­est!