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And thorns Thy brow en

patience wait - ing To pass the thres-hold o'er. circle, And tears Thy face have marred. "I died for you, My children, And will ye treat Me

be be

so?"

We bear the name of Chris- tians, His name and sign we bear.

Oh, love that pass - eth knowledge,
O Lord, with shame and sorrow

So pa tient-ly to wait! We 0 pen now the door;

Oh, shame, thrice shame upon us! To keep Him standing there!
Oh, sin that hath no e- qual, So fast to bar the gate!
Dear Savior, enter, enter, And leave us nev - er - more! Amen.

O

To whom the lips of
Who in the Lord's name
Who in

chil-dren Made sweet ho- san- nas ring! com- est, The King and bless - ed One. all good de light-est, Thou good and gracious King!

The people of the
To Thee, before Thy
All glory, laud and

Hebrews With palms before Thee went; Passion, Were lifted hymns of praise; hon or To Thee, Redeemer, King,

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Our praise and prayer and anthems Before Thee we present.
To Thee, now high ex alt

ed, Our melody we raise. To whom the lips of children Made sweet ho-san - nas ring!

Copyright, 1887, by The Century Co.

A-men.

RIDE ON! RIDE ON IN MAJESTY!

"Rousseau." L. M. (First Tune.)

1. Ride on! ride on in majesty! Hark! all the tribes "Ho-san-na" cry; bo

O Sa-vior meek, pursue Thy road With palms and scattered garments strowed.

RIDE ON! RIDE ON IN MAJESTY!
"Russia." L. M. (Second Tune.)

DEAN HENRY HART MILMAN, (1791-1868) 1827.

To whom the lips of children Made sweet ho-san - nas ring.

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A-men.