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Oh, shame, thrice shame
the fast-closed door, that hand is scarred, In ac cents meek and low,
In low-ly patience wait - ing To pass the thres-hold o'er. And thorns Thy brow en circle, And tears Thy face have marred. "I died for you, My children, And will ye treat Me so?"
We bear the name of Chris- tians, His name and sign we bear.
Oh, love that pass-eth knowledge,
upon us! To keep Him standing there!
Copyright, 1887, by The Century Co.
Samuel P. Warren, (1841
To Thee, Re-deem - er, King, Thou David's roy al Son, Accept the prayers we bring.
chil-dren Made sweet ho- san- nas ring!
Hebrews With palms before Thee went ; Passion, Were lift ed hymns of praise; hon or To Thee, Redeemer, King,
Our praise and prayer and anthems Before Thee we present.
DEAN HENRY HART MILMAN, (1791-1868) 1827.
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;
O Sa-vior meek, pursue Thy road With palms and scattered garments strowed.
William W. Rousseau.
Look down with sad and wondering eyes
4 Ride on, ride on in majesty!
Alexis Feodorovitch L.voff, (1799-1870) 1833.
ty! Hark! all the tribes "Ho- san
O Sa-vior meek, pursue Thy road With palms and scat- tered garments strowed.