In low-ly すま 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, So pa tient-ly to wait! We 0 pen now the door; Oh, shame, thrice shame upon us! To keep Him standing there! O To whom the lips of 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 Hebrews With palms before Thee went; Passion, Were lifted hymns of praise; hon or To Thee, Redeemer, King, f Our praise and prayer and anthems Before Thee we present. 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. 70 RIDE ON! RIDE ON IN MAJESTY! "Rousseau." L. M. (First Tune.) DEAN HENRY HART MILMAN, (1791-1868) 1827. William W. Rousseau. 1. Ride on! ride on in majesty! Hark! all the tribes "Ho-san-na" cry; bo 4 O Sa-vior meek, pursue Thy road With palms and scattered garments strowed. 2 Ride on, ride on in majesty! In lowly pomp ride on to die! 3 Ride on, ride on in majesty! 70 Look down with sad and wondering eyes To see th' approaching sacrifice. 4 Ride on, ride on in majesty! Thy last and fiercest strife is nigh. RIDE ON! RIDE ON IN MAJESTY! DEAN HENRY HART MILMAN, (1791-1868) 1827. Alexis Feodorovitch L.voff, (1799-1870) 1833. |