2 There prophets praise Thy glorious Name, 4 But there is work on earth to do,
And deeds which Thou hast done;
And there the Father's words proclaim
His own beloved Son.

3 The rays of Thy transfigured face

Beam with such golden light

That we would never leave the place,
Nor lose the heavenly sight.

The suffering soul to heal;
The harvest great, the laborers few
Thy kingdom to reveal.

5 We may not linger on the mount,
Where bright Thy glories shine;
We may not taste the sacred fount
Of blessedness Divine:

Still drinking from the blessed fount Of grace, so rich and free.

Copyright, 1895, by The Trustees of The Presbyterian Board of Publication and Sabbath-School Work

A-MEN.

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Jesus Christ: The Entry into Jerusalem

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Sir Joseph Barnby, 1883

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on Thy way,

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O Jesus, Je - sus, give me Now by Thine own pure light,

Το know what-e'er is pleasing And wel-come in Thy sight. A-MEN.

(See also HODNET, No. 332)

2 Thy Zion palms is strewing,
And branches fresh and fair;
My heart to praise awaking,
Her anthem shall prepare.
Perpetual thanks and praises
Forth from my heart shall spring;
I to Thy Name the service
Of all my powers will bring.

3 Love caused Thy incarnation,
Love brought Thee down to me;
Thy thirst for my salvation
Procured my liberty:

O love beyond all telling,
That led Thee to embrace,
In love all love excelling,
Our lost and fallen race.

4 Ye, who with guilty terror

Are trembling, fear no more:
With love and grace the Saviour
Shall you to hope restore.
He comes: He comes, who sinners
Shall with the children place,
The children of His Father,
The heirs of life and grace.

Rev. Paul Gerhardt, 1653. Verses 1, 2, 4, trans. by Rev. Arthur T.
Russell, 1851: verse 3, by John C. Jacobi, 1722, alt.

O Sav-iour meek, pur-sue Thy road With palms and scattered garments strowed. AMEN.

(See also WINCHESTER NEW, No. 200)

Look down with sad and wondering eyes Bow Thy meek head to mortal pain,

Turn not from His griefs a way; Learn of Jesus Christ to pray. A-MEN.

God's own sacrifice complete:
"It is finished!"- hear the cry;
Learn of Jesus Christ to die.

4 Early hasten to the tomb

Where they laid His breathless clay:
All is solitude and gloom;
Who hath taken Him away?
Christ is risen! He meets our eyes.
Saviour, teach us so to rise.

James Montgomery, 1820 (Text of 1853)