Palm Sunday

Thy glory dawns, Jerusalem, awake, thy bells to ring!
    Swift fashion thee a crown of gold,
    And bring forth David's throne of old;
  Jerusalem, make ready, make ready for the King!
    From tower and roof thy banners fling,
For down the slopes of Olivet comes riding on, the King!

(Jerusalem speaks:)
    A thorn-bush grows without the wall;
    Of this his crown shall woven be.
    For royal wine prepare we gall,
    For throne a cross on Calvary.

Thy Saviour comes, Jerusalem, make haste, thine altar bring!
    His body for an offering take,
    The heart of all the world to break,
  And on the cross uplifted our God shall own him King!
    Ye lands afar, His triumph sing,
For with the love of all mankind our God shall crown him King!

--John J. Moment