1 Daughter of Zion, shout with joy,
Thy King and Savior see!
Meek, riding on an ass, a foal,
Behold! He comes to Thee!
In the Lord’s name He comes! Hosannas sing,
Daughter of Zion, shout! Behold thy King!
2 The foal was yet untamed, and bound;
But the Apostles say,
The Lord hath need of him; they loose,
And garments on him lay;
Palms strew the road, on him the Lord doth ride
To Zion’s gate, the mother at his side.
3 So, Lord, the heathen world, untamed,
Was bound by chains of sin,
But loosed by apostolic hands
To Zion enters in:
Christ rides upon it: Guide us. Lord, that we
In Thy Jerusalem may ever be.
4 Thou, Lord, who once didst meekly ride
Upon the foal, art He
Who rideth on the heavens, the clouds
Are chariots to Thee;
Thou on the wings of mighty winds dost fly,
The cherubim bear up Thy majesty.
5 I saw Heav’n opened: I beheld
One on a white horse ride,
Followed by armies out of Heav’n
In white robes glorified;
His eyes like fire, their rays like flaming swords,
His name is King of Kings, and Lord of Lords!
6 Such at Thy second coming Thou
Wilt be, at that great day;
O help us by Thy Spirit now
Ill works to cast away,
To walk in love, as children of the light,
And follow Thee in vestments pure and white.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #15716