"And they that went before, and they that followed cried, saying, Hosanna, blessed is he that cometh in the name of the Lord."
WHAT day is this of joy and pride!
Throw, Salem, all thy portals wide;
Receive thy Lord, give honour due,
The dust with costliest garments strew.
Thou kingly one! thy head is bare,
No diadem is glittering there;
But on thy brow, and in thine eye
Dwells more than mortal royalty.
A shade is on that brow's expanse,
A dim suffusion in that glance:
Whilst round thee rise hosannas glad,
Say, mighty Leader, art thou sad?
Ah, see! his eye is
To rest on Calvary's
And when, o'er Juda
A moment's shudder 1
Few, few the suns shall
Ere Calvary with his ble
His prescience scans that
Their hands are red, they
Lord! what is man, that th
This orb unscathed, its path
Couldst thou, for faithless ra
Desert the starry realms of b
Oh! depth of wisdom! here, e
Love found its noblest theatre!
Thy hour of triumph, pity, came
"Tis that which saw our deepest s
Lord! meekly, silently we bow,
Our trembling hearts allegiance voy
Oh! let our lives, transformed by th
Thy true hosannas, Saviour, be!
"Jesus saith unto the man, Stretch forth thy hand. And he stretched it out; and his hand was restored whole as the other."
As in deep shades, the parent dove
Broods o'er her young in silent love,
Sweet nourishment and strength supplies,
Then calls them forth to tempt the skies;
So, Lord, thy Spirit in the heart
Silent and still performs its part:
Then, at thy word, "Arise! be free!"
We bound to life and liberty.
That word is sounding still to all,
But strangers will not heed the call;
Faith's quickened ear, and her's alone,
Discerns the Saviour's welcome tone.
What is it, Lord, thou bidst us do? "Stretch forth the withered hand anew?" Is this indeed thy will, thy voice? "Tis done! we tremble but rejoice.
Spirit that deign'st in us to dwell,
Complete the mighty miracle;
Ne'er let the hand by thee restored,
Be madly raised against its Lord.
CEASE here longer to detain me,
Fondest mother, drowned in woe :
Now thy kind caresses pain me,
Day is breaking, let me go!
yon orient streak appearing!
Harbinger of endless day;
Hark! a voice, the darkness cheering,
Calls my new-born soul away!
Lately launched, a trembling stranger,
On the world's wild boist'rous flood;
Pierced with sorrows, tossed with danger,
Gladly I return to God.
Now my cries shall cease to grieve thee, Now my trembling heart find rest; Kinder arms than thine receive me; Softer pillow than thy breast.
Weep not o'er these eyes that languish, Upward turning toward their home; Raptur'd they'll forget all anguish, While they wait to see thee come!
There, my mother, pleasures centre;
Weeping, parting, care or woe,
Ne'er our Father's house shall enter;
Day is breaking, let me go!
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