Daughter of Zion, Shout with Joy

Daughter of Zi­on

shout with joy

Thy king and Sav­ior see!

Meek

rid­ing on an ass

a foal

Behold! He comes to Thee!

In the Lord’s name He comes! Ho­san­nas sing

Daughter of Zi­on

shout! Be­hold thy king!

The foal was yet un­tamed

and bound;

But the Apos­tles say

The Lord hath need of him; they loose

And gar­ments on him lay;

Palms strew the road

on him the Lord doth ride

To Zi­on’s gate

the mo­ther at his side.

So

Lord

the hea­then world

un­tamed

Was bound by chains of sin

But loosed by apos­tol­ic hands

To Zi­on en­ters in:

Christ rides up­on it: Guide us. Lord

that we

In Thy Je­ru­sa­lem may ev­er be.

Thou

Lord

who once didst meek­ly ride

Upon the foal

art He

Who rid­eth on the heav­ens

the clouds

Are cha­ri­ots to Thee;

Thou on the wings of migh­ty winds dost fly

The cher­ub­im bear up Thy ma­jes­ty.

I saw Heav’n op­ened: I be­held

One on a white horse ride

Followed by ar­mies out of Heav’n

In white robes glo­ri­fied;

His eyes like fire

their rays like flam­ing swords

His name is King of kings

and Lord of lords!

Such at Thy se­cond com­ing Thou

Wilt be

at that great day;

O help us by Thy Spir­it now

Ill works to cast away

To walk in love

as child­ren of the light

And fol­low Thee in vest­ments pure and white.