Scripture Verse

They took palm branches and went out to meet Him, shouting, Hosanna! Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord! Blessed is the king of Israel. John 12:12–13


John Brownlie

Words: Trans­lat­ed from an­cient Greek (Ἰδ­οὺ, ὁ βασ­ι­λεύς σου ἔρ­χε­ται) by John Brown­lie, Hymns from the Morn­ing­land (Pais­ley, Scot­land: Al­ex­an­der Gard­ner, 1911), num­ber 87.

Music: Yale W. How­ard Doane, 1884 (🔊 pdf nwc).



Behold, the King of Zion rides,
But not in vain array;
The people wave their goodly palms,
With garments strew the way;
And loud hosannas fill the air
From crowds that, surging, throng;
’Tis meet to honor Him who rides
With cheer, and shout, and song.

O Zion, of your God beloved,
The day of strife is nigh,
Yet comes He not with armor clad,
And sword upon His thigh;
The weapons of your mighty king
No other hand could wield;
The might of God is in His arm,
The will of God His shield.

See, on the cross, without the wall,
The King immortal dies;
Not now hosannas fill the air—
The shouts of hell arise;
But in that hour of triumph, deemed,
Satanic might is slain,
For He who bows the head in death,
Shall rise to life again.

O Zion, hail your mighty king,
Your palms around Him wave,
And strew your garments in the way
Of Him who rides to save;
And when He mounts His regal throne,
By bloody conflict won,
Give homage to the King of Heav­en,
God’s one eternal Son.