Many spread their garments in the way, and others cut down branches off the trees, and strew them in the way. And they that went before, and they that followed, cried, saying, Mark 11:8–9
Hosanna; Blessed is He that cometh in the name of the Lord.
Words: Dwight M. Pratt, in Hymns of Christian Endeavor, edited by Samuel W. Adriance (Boston, Massachusetts: United Society of Christian Endeavor, 1888), number 31.
Music: Taunton Charles C. Treat, 1888 (🔊 pdf nwc).
If you know where to get a good photo of Pratt or Treat (head-and-shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels), would you ?
See from Bethany advancing
Joyful throngs by Jesus led;
Loud hosannas rend the heavens,
Garments rich His pathway spread;
Shout, ye saints! your triumph sing!
Blessèd is the coming King!
Now the sacred gates are lifted,
Zion’s king is passing through.
All the glory of the city
And the temple rise to view;
Zion, shout, your Savior own,
David’s Son, on David’s throne!
King of peace, Jehovah’s chosen!
King with highest glory crowned!
Honored by the hosts of Heaven,
By the earthly Zion owned.
Take Thy scepter, rule the throng
Praising Thee with hallowed song!
Sad, ah, sad the changeful morrow,
Bitter scorn for ardent praise;
They who’d build a throne of glory,
Now a cruel cross upraise.
Yet, O Zion, triumph sing!
Christ betrayed is Savior, king!
See! the temple veil is rending,
Mountains quake, the dead arise;
Darkness hides the day’s full glory,
Lightnings fill the blackened skies;
Still, O Zion, triumph sing!
Christ the risen Lord, is king.
From His lowly tomb are rolling
Sealèd rock and midnight gloom;
O’er the realm of death victorious,
Christ, the risen Lord, has come.
Shout, ye ransomed! praises sing,
Christ, the risen Lord, is king!