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· Jesus was transfigured before them.' WONDROUS type! O vision fair
And faithful hearts are raised on high
Where brighter than the sun He glows! The voice of prayer, the hymn of praise. sf 2 With shining face and bright array,
O Father, with the eternal Son
And Holy Spirit ever one,
Vouchsafe to bring us by Thy grace
To see Thy glory face to face.
' In Thy majesty ride prosperously.'
Hark! all the tribes · Hosanna !' cry;
With palms and scattered garments strowed.
O Christ, Thy triumphs now begin
O'er captive death and conquered sin.
The winged squadrons of the sky
Look down with sad and wondering eyes
Ride on! ride on in majesty!
Expects his own anointed Son.
Bow Thy meek head to mortal pain,
mf Hosanna to the incarnate Word!
Hosanna in the highest.'
m 3 O Saviour, with protecting care
Return to this Thy house of prayer, To Christ-Creator, Saviour, King
Assembled in Thy sacred name, Let earth, let heaven Hosanna !' sing, Where we Thy parting promise claim. f Hosanna, Lord! Hosanna in the mf Hosanna, Lord! Hosanna in the highest!'
highest! mf 2 Hosanna!' Lord, Thine angels cry; m 4 But, chiefest, in our cleansèd breast, • Hosanna!' Lord, Thy saints reply;
Eternal, bid Thy Spirit rest,
And make our secret soul to be
When earth and heaven shall melt away,
[See also Appendix, No. 15.) * Blessed be the King that cometh in the name of the Lord; peace in heaven, and
glory in the highest.'
To Thee, Redeemer King,
Made sweet hosannas ring!
Thou David's royal Son,
'In whom, though now ye see Him not, yet believing, ye rejoice with joy unspeakable.' Westmay not climb the heavenly | mp 4 And, warm, sweet, tender, even yet
is To bring the Lord Christ down;
And faith has still its Olivet,
And love its Galilee.
mp 5 The healing of His seamless dress 2 And not for signs in heaven above,
Is by our beds of pain;
We touch Him in life's throng and press, Who know with John His smile of love,
And we are whole again.
m 6 Through Him the first fond prayers 3 In joy of inward peace, or sense
are said Of sorrow over sin,
Our lips of childhood frame; He is His own best evidence;
P The last low whispers of our dead His witness is within.
Are burdened with His name.