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96.

RIDE on, ride on in majesty;
Hark! all the tribes Hosanna cry ;
O Saviour meek, pursue Thy road,
With palms and scattered garments strowed.

Ride on, ride on in majesty;

In lowly pomp ride on to die :

O Christ, Thy triumphs now begin

O'er captive death and conquered sin.

Ride on, ride on in majesty;

The winged squadrons of the sky

Look down with sad and wondering eyes

To see the approaching Sacrifice.

Ride on, ride on in majesty ;

Thy last and fiercest strife is nigh;
The Father on His sapphire throne
Expects His own anointed Son.

Ride on, ride on in majesty ;

In lowly pomp ride on to die :

Bow Thy meek head to mortal pain;

Then take, O God, Thy power, and reign.

HENRY HART MILMAN, 1827.

97.

ALL glory, laud, and honour
To Thee, Redeemer, King,
To whom the lips of children
Made sweet Hosannas ring.

Thou art the King of Israel,
Thou David's royal Son,

Who in the Lord's name comest,
The King and Blessed One.

The company of angels

All glory, &c.

Are praising Thee on high,

And mortal men and all things

Created make reply.

All glory, &c.

The people of the Hebrews

With palms before Thee went;

Our praise and prayer and anthems

Before Thee we present.

All glory, &c.

To Thee before Thy passion

They sang their hymns of praise:

To Thee now high exalted

Our melody we raise.

All glory, &c.

Thou didst accept their praises;
Accept the prayers we bring,
Who in all good delightest,

Thou good and gracious King.

All glory, &c.

Varied from a translation by JOHN M. NEALE, 1854, from ST. THEODULPH, 821.

98.

ROCK of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee;
Let the water and the blood,

From Thy riven side which flowed,
Be of sin the double cure,

Cleanse me from its guilt and power.

Not the labours of my hands
Can fulfil the law's demands;
Could my zeal no respite know,
Could my tears for ever flow,
All for sin could not atone;

Thou must save, and Thou alone.

Nothing in my hand I bring,

Simply to Thy cross I cling;
Naked, come to Thee for dress;
Helpless, look to Thee for grace;
Foul, I to the Fountain fly;
Wash me, Saviour, or I die.

While I draw this fleeting breath,
When mine eyelids close in death,
When I rise to worlds unknown,
See Thee on Thy judgment throne,
Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee.

AUGUSTUS MONTAGU TOPLADY, 1776.

99.

O SACRED Head, surrounded
By crown of piercing thorn!
O bleeding Head, so wounded,
Reviled, and put to scorn!
Death's pallid hue comes o'er Thee,
The glow of life decays,

Yet angel-hosts adore Thee,
And tremble as they gaze.

I see Thy strength and vigour
All fading in the strife,
And death with cruel rigour
Bereaving Thee of life;

O agony and dying!

O love to sinners free! Jesu, all grace supplying, O turn Thy face on me.

In this Thy bitter passion,
Good Shepherd, think of me
With Thy most sweet compassion,
Unworthy though I be:

Beneath Thy cross abiding,

For ever would I rest,

In Thy dear love confiding,

And with Thy presence blest.

Translation by SIR HENRY W. BAKER, 1861, from a hymn

probably by ST. BERNARD OF CLAIRVAUX, d. 1153.

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100.

LORD, in this Thy mercy's day,
Ere the time shall pass away,
On our knees we fall and pray.

Holy Jesu, grant us tears,

Fill us with heart-searching fears,
Ere the hour of doom appears.

Lord, on us Thy Spirit pour,
Kneeling lowly at Thy door,
Ere it close for evermore.

By Thy night of agony,
By Thy supplicating cry,
By Thy willingness to die,

By Thy tears of bitter woe
For Jerusalem below,

Let us not Thy love forgo.

Judge and Saviour of our race,

When we see Thee face to face,
Grant us 'neath Thy wings a place.

On Thy love we rest alone,

And that love will then be known

By the pardoned round Thy throne.

ISAAC WILLIAMS, 1844.

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