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| 141 1 Ride on! ride on in majesty!

1 To Thee be glory, honor, praise, Hark! all the tribes Hosanna cry: Jesus, Redeemer, Saviour, King ! O Saviour meek, pursue Thy road Inspired with joy at Thine approach, With palms and scattered garments Thy children loud Hosannas sing. strowed.

2 Hail, Israel's King ! Hail, David's 2 Ride on! ride on in majesty!

Son! In lowly pomp, ride on to die :

Hail, Thou that in Jehovah's name O Christ, Thy triumphs now begin Didst come Thy people to redeem,

O’er captive death and conquered sin. And comest now Thy crown to claim ! 3 Ride on! ride on in majesty! 3 Then, in Thy way to Salem's courts, The angel armies of the sky

They met Thee with triumphal palms; Look down with sad and wondering Now, for Thy glad return we watch eyes

With longing prayers, and vows, and To see the approaching sacrifice.

psalms. 4 Ride on! ride on in majesty! 14 Then, from the shouts of fickle joy

The last and fiercest strife is nigh: I Thou passedst to Thy cross, Thy The Father on His sapphire Throne

grave; Awaits His own anointed Son.

Now, from the dawn of endless day, 5 Ride on! ride on in majesty!

We welcome Him that comes to save. In lowly pomp, ride on to die; 5 To Thee, Redeemer, Saviour, King, Bow Thy meek head to mortal pain, To Thee be glory, honor, praise ! Then take, O GOD, Thy power, and At Thine approach, with joy inspired, reign.

| Thy children loud Hosannas raise.

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13 Glory, honor, and salvation

To the Lamb our Ruler be! 1 Wake the song, O Zion's daughter,

Jesus Christ is our Redeemer, Bid the glad Hosannas ring

So with songs we welcome Thee! Unto Him who brings salvation,

Thee, the company of angels Our Redeemer and our King!

Praise and magnify on high, Glory be to Him who cometh

While with longing expectation In the name of Israel's Lord ;

All Thy saints Hosanna cry:
Zion's children bid Thee welcome,

Hosanna in the highest !
King of kings, Incarnate Word !
Hosanna in the highest !

DOXOLOGY. 2 As the children of the Hebrews

PRAISE the God of our salvation; With their palms before Thee went, Praise the Father's boundless love; So our praise, and prayers, and anthems, Praise the Lamb, our expiation; Unto Thee we now present:

Praise the Spirit from above; Thou wast hastening to Thy passion Author of the new creation,

When they woke the song of praise, Him by whom our spirits live; Thou art coming in Thy glory

Undivided adoration
While our melody we raise :

To the One Jehovah give:
Hosanna in the highest !

Hosanna in the highest !

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i Blood is the price of heaven;

All sin that price exceeds:
Oh, come to be forgiven;

He bleeds, my Saviour bleeds !
2 Under the olive boughs,

Falling like ruby beads,
The blood drops from His brows;

He bleeds, my Saviour bleeds !
3 While the fierce scourges fall

The precious blood still pleads;
In front of Pilate's hall

He bleeds, my Saviour bleeds !
4 Beneath the thorny crown

The crimson fountain speeds ;
See how it trickles down;

He bleeds, my Saviour bleeds !
5 Bearing the fatal wood,

His band of saints He leads,
Marking the way with blood;

He bleeds, my Saviour bleeds !
6 On Calvary His shame

With blood still intercedes;
His open wounds proclaim

He bleeds, my Saviour bleeds!
7 He hangs upon the tree,

Hangs there for my misdeeds ;
He sheds His blood for me ;

He bleeds, my Saviour bleeds !
8 ( sweet, () precious blood !

What love, what love it breeds!
Ransom, Reward, and Food ;

He bleeds, my Saviour bleeds !

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13 Oh for His sake our guilt forgive, 1 Ye that pass by, behold the Man!

And let the mourning sinner live! The Man of Grief condemned for you,

The Lord will hear us in His name, The Lamb of God for sinners slain,

I Nor shall our hope be turned to shame. Weeping to Calvary pursue.

147 2 His sacred limbs they stretch, they tear, With nails they fasten to the wood;

1 Oh come and mourn with me awhile ; His sacred limbs! exposed and bare,

Oh come ye to the Saviour's side ; Or only covered with His blood.

Oh come, together let us mourn ;

Jesus, our Lord, is crucified. 3 Behold His temples crowned with thorn, His bleeding hands extended wide,

2. Have we no tears to shed for Him, His streaming feet transfixed and tórn. While soldiers scoff and Jews deride?

The fountain gushing from His side! | Ah, look how patiently He hangs ! 4 O Thou dear suffering Son of God,

Jesus, our Lord, is crucified. How doth Thy heart to sinners move ! 3 How fast His hands and feet are nailed ! Sprinkle on us Thy precious blood,

His throat with parching thirst is dried ; And melt us with Thy dying love!

1 His failing eyes are dimmed with blood: 5 The rocks could feel Thy powerful

Jesus, our Lord, is crucified. death,

14 Seven times He spake, seven words of And tremble and asunder part;

love ; Oh rend with Thine expiring breath And all three hours His silence cried

The harder marble of our heart ! For mercy on the souls of men : 146 Psalm 69.

Jesus, our Lord, is crucified. 1 Deep in our hearts let us record

5 Come let us stand beneath the cross ; The deeper sorrows of our Lord,

So may the blood from out His side Behold, the rising billows roll

Fall gently on us drop by drop : To overwhelm His holy soul !

Jesus, our Lord, is crucified. 2 Yet, gracious God, Thy power and love | 6 A broken heart, a fount of tears Have made the curse a blessing prove;

Ask, and they will not be denied ; The dreadful sufferings of Thy Son

Lord Jesus, may we love and weep, Atoned for sins which we had done. I Since Thou for us art crucified.