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CHRIST'S COMING TO JERUSALEM IN TRIUMPH.

Lord, come away;

Why dost thou stay?

Thy
road is ready; and thy paths made straight With longing expectation wait

The consecration of thy beauteous feet. Ride on triumphantly: behold we lay Our lusts and proud wills in thy way. Hosanna! welcome to our hearts! Lord, here Thou hast a temple too, and full as dear As that of Sion, and as full of sin: Nothing but thieves and robbers dwell therein. Enter, and chase them forth, and cleanse the floor;

Crucify
them, that they may never more Profane that holy place

Where thou hast chose to set thy face.

And then if our stiff tongues shall be Mute in the praises of thy deity,

The
stones out of the temple-wall Shall cry aloud and call

Hosanna! and thy glorious footsteps greet.



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