1
O bride of Christ, rejoice;
Exultant raise thy voice
To hail the day of glory
Foretold in sacred story:
Hosanna, praise, and glory!
Our King, we bow before Thee.
2
Let shouts of gladness rise
Triumphant to the skies;
Here comes the King most glorious
To reign o’er all victorious:
Hosanna, praise, and glory!
Our King, we bow before Thee.
3
He wears no kingly crown,
Yet as a King is known;
Though not arrayed in splendour,
He still makes death surrender:
Hosanna, praise, and glory!
Our King, we bow before Thee.
4
The weak and timid find
Him gentle, good, and kind;
To them He gives a treasure
Of bliss beyond all measure:
Hosanna, praise, and glory!
Our King, we bow before Thee.
5
Thy heart now open wide,
Bid Christ with thee abide;
He graciously will hear thee
And be for ever near thee:
Hosanna, praise, and glory!
Our King, we bow before Thee.
6
Then go thy Lord to meet,
Strew palm-leaves at His feet;
Thy garments spread before Him,
And honour and adore Him:
Hosanna, praise, and glory!
Our King, we bow before Thee.
7
E’en babes with one accord
With thee shall praise the Lord,
And every gentile nation
Respond with exultation:
Hosanna, praise, and glory!
Our King, we bow before Thee.