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.
Now 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;
Tho' not arrayed in splendor,
He still makes death surrender.
Hosanna, praise and glory!
Our King, we bow before Thee.
4 The weak and timid find
How meek He is 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 forever 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 honor 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.
Amen.