Rejoice greatly, O daughter of Zion; shout, O daughter of Jerusalem: behold, thy King cometh unto thee: He is just, and having salvation; lowly, and riding upon an ass, and upon a colt the foal of an ass.@Zechariah 9:9
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John B. Dykes (1823–1876)

Will­iam C. Dix, A Vi­sion of All Saints (Lon­don: John Hod­ges, 1871), pag­es 53–54.

Sta­bat Ma­ter (Dykes) John B. Dykes, 1875 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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William C. Dix (1837–1898)

Jesu, Sion’s King, we greet Thee,
On the Way of Sorrows meet Thee,
Meekly coming unto death;
In extreme humiliation,
Just and girded with salvation,
E’en as Zechariah saith.

King, how soon the cruel scorning,
Purple robe for mock adorning,
Scepter poor of bending reed;
Then Thine infinite affliction,
Bloody sweat and crucifixion,
Thirst, and last dread hour of need.

By Thy precious blood, good Jesus,
From transgression’s burden ease us,
By Thy wounds, give health divine;
And our lives vouchsafe to fashion,
By the virtue of Thy Passion,
Into likeness unto Thine.

Thus hereafter may we merit
That glad City to inherit,
Which the cross, dear Lord, makes free;
There, where nothing may afflict us,
Chant unending Benedictus,
Palm and crown cast down to Thee.