Hosanna to the Son of David: Blessed is He that cometh in the name of the Lord; Hosanna in the highest.@Matthew 21:9
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George C. Martin (1844-1916)

James G. Gilkey, 1915.

All Hallows (Martin) George C. Martin, 1891 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Outside the holy city
Unnumbered footsteps throng,
And crowded mart and streets of trade
Fling back a swelling song.
The voices echo nearer,
In flaming hope they sing:
Throw down your branches at His feet!
Hosanna to the King!

Once more beside a city
The Son of David waits,
Once more the children throng to bring
A welcome at the gates.
Within are hearts sore burdened
And feet that go astray;
O Christ of God, come near and walk
Our city streets today!

The branches that we offer
Are no unmeaning sign;
Take Thou the hands we lift on high
And make them wholly Thine.
No songs of shallow welcome
Are these we raise to Thee;
O give us faith to face the cross
And set Thy city free!

A distant music mingles
With all our songs today,
The chorale from a city fair
Where sin has passed away.
There rides the Christ triumphant
And victor songs ring clear;
O God, give us the strength to build
With Christ that city here!