Scripture Verse

Behold, thy king cometh unto thee, meek, and sitting upon an ass, and a colt the foal of an ass. Matthew 21:5

Introduction

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Triumphal Entry

Words: John H. An­ke­tell, Gos­pel and Epis­tle Hymns for the Chris­tian Year (New York: Church Re­cord Com­pa­ny, 1889), num­ber 1. New York Ci­ty, S. Bar­na­bas’ Day, 1889.

Music: Be­ne­ven­to ar­ranged from Sam­uel Webbe, Sr., 1792 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Alternate Tune:

If you know where to get a good pho­to of An­ke­tell (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),

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Samuel Webbe, Sr.
1740–1816

Lyrics

Sion, haste to meet thy king,
Psalms and glad ho­san­nas sing,
Strew thy palms, thy gar­ments spread,
For the Judge of quick and dead!

Meek, He rides up­on the colt;
God, who wields the thun­der­bolt,
Lays His roy­al glo­ry by
In our flesh for man to die.

Enter now the tem­ple gate,
Where He stands in prince­ly state;
Join the child­ren’s song of praise
To the King of end­less days.

For the Lord who comes with grace,
Soon shall show His shin­ing face;
Christ, who for our sins atoned,
Comes ’mid an­gel hosts en­throned.

Heav’ns shall van­ish like a scroll,
Sun and moons in dark­ness roll,
When the dead the trum­pet hear,
When the judg­ment books ap­pear.

On that day of doom and grace,
Grant us with Thy saints a place,
Save us from the realms of night,
Clothe us with eter­nal light.