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.
Let Shouts Of Gladness Rise
Triumphant To The Skies.
Here Comes The King Most Glorious
To Reign Over All Victorious
He Wears No Kingly Crown
Yet As A King Hes Known;
Though Not Arrayed In Splendor,
He Still Makes Death Surrender.
The Weak And Timid Find
How Meek He Is And Kind;
To Them He Gives A Treasure
Of Bliss Beyond All Measure.
Thy Heart Now Open Wide,
Bid Christ With Thee Abide;
He Graciously Will Hear Thee,
And Be Forever Near Thee.
Then Go Thy Lord To Meet;
Strew Palm Leaves At His Feet;
Thy Garments Spread Before Him
And Honor And Adore Him.
Even Babes With One Accord
With Thee Shall Praise The Lord,
And Every Gentile Nation
Respond With Exultation.
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