John Brownlie (trans.) · 40 of 99

40: Behold the Lord to Zion rides

Behold the Lord to Zion rides, And crowds hosannas sing; They spread their garments in the way, And hail Him as a king.

O Zion, blind with earthly pride, Why couldst thou not behold The Christ of God, whom sage and seer From age to age foretold?

A King indeed, but not to reign By power of earthly might; The glory of whose royal state Is hid from carnal sight.

Whose subjects are the souls of men From thrall of darkness won; Whose kingdom knows no bounds, within The dawn and setting sun.

Behold thy King to Zion rides Where He the cross shall bear; And on that throne with blood bedecked, His robe of purple wear;

Where slaves to sin His love shall view, And from their bondage rise To noble fealty, by the power Of loving sacrifice.