161 O Bride of Christ, rejoice!

1 O Bride of Christ, rejoice! Exult and raise thy voice To hail the day of glory, Foretold in sacred story: Hosanna, praise, and glory, Our King, we bow before Thee. 2 Let shouts of gladness rise Triumphant to the skies. Here comes the King most glorious To reign o'er all victorious: Hosanna, praise, and glory, Our King, we bow before Thee. 3 He wears no kingly crown, Yet as a king He's known; Though not arrayed in splendor: He still makes death surrender: Hosanna, praise, and glory, Our King, we bow before Thee. 4 The weak and timid find Him gentle, good and kind; To them He gives a treasure Of bliss beyond all measure: Hosanna, praise, and glory, Our King, we bow before Thee. 5 Thy heart now open wide, Bid Christ with thee abide; He graciously will hear thee, And be forever near thee: Hosanna, praise, and glory, Our King, we bow before Thee. 6 Then go thy Lord to meet; Strew palm-leaves at His feet: Thy garments spread before Him, And honor and adore Him: Hosanna, praise, and glory, Our King, we bow before Thee. 7 E'en babes with one accord With thee shall praise the Lord, And every Gentile nation Respond with exultation: Hosanna, praise, and glory, Our King, we bow before Thee.