Sunday Audio Service – Palm Sunday – Holy Communion – 29/3/26
RIDE ON, RIDE ON IN MAJESTY!
In lowly pomp ride on to die!
O Christ, Thy triumphs now begin
O’er captive death and conquered sin.
Ride on, ride on in majesty!
Hark all the tribes ‘hosanna’ cry.
Thine humble beast pursues his road
With palms and scattered garments strowed.
Ride on, ride on in majesty!
Thy last and fiercest strife is nigh.
The Father on His sapphire throne
Expects His own anointed Son.
Ride on, ride on in majesty!
In lowly pomp ride on to die!
Bow Thy meek head to mortal pain,
Then take, O God, Thy power, and reign!
H. H. Milman.
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HAIL TO THE LORD’S ANOINTED,
Great David’s greater Son!
Hail, in the time appointed,
His reign on earth begun!
He comes to break oppression,
To set the captive free,
To take away transgression,
And rule in equity.
He comes, with succour speedy,
To those who suffer wrong.
To help the poor and needy,
And bid the weak be strong.
To give them songs for sighing,
Their darkness turn to light,
Whose souls, condemned and dying,
Were precious in His sight.
He shall come down like showers
Upon the fruitful earth.
Love, joy and hope, like flowers,
Spring in His path to birth.
Before Him, on the mountains,
Shall peace, the herald, go.
And righteousness, in fountains,
From hill to valley flow.
Kings shall fall down before Him,
And gold and incense bring.
All nations shall adore Him,
His praise all people sing.
To Him shall prayer unceasing
And daily vows ascend,
His kingdom still increasing,
A kingdom without end.
O’er every foe victorious,
He on His throne shall rest.
From age to age more glorious,
All-blessing and all-blessed.
The tide of time shall never
His covenant remove.
His name shall stand forever,
His changeless name of Love.
James Montgomery.
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MY SONG IS LOVE UNKNOWN,
My Saviour’s love to me:
Love to the loveless shown,
That they might lovely be.
O who am I, that for my sake
My Lord should take frail flesh and die?
He came from His blessed throne,
Salvation to bestow.
But men made strange, and none
The longed-for Christ would know:
But O! my Friend, my Friend indeed,
Who at my need His life did spend.
Sometimes they strew His way,
And His sweet praises sing.
Resounding all the day
Hosannas to their King:
Then ‘Crucify!’ is all their breath,
And for His death they thirst and cry.
They rise and needs will have
My dear Lord made away.
A murderer they save,
The Prince of life they slay,
Yet cheerful He to suffering goes,
That He His foes from thence might free.
In life no house, no home
My Lord on earth might have.
In death, no friendly tomb,
But what a stranger gave.
What may I say? Heaven was His home.
And mine the tomb wherein He lay.
Here might I stay and sing,
No story so divine.
Never was love, dear King!
Never was grief like Thine.
This is my Friend, in whose sweet praise
I all my days could gladly spend.
Samuel Crossman.
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ALL GLORY, LAUD AND HONOUR
To Thee, Redeemer, King,
To whom the lips of children
Made sweet hosannas ring.
Thou art the King of Israel,
Thou David’s royal Son,
Who in the Lord’s name comest,
The King and blessèd One.
The company of angels
Are praising Thee on high,
And mortal men and all things
Created make reply.
The people of the Hebrews
With psalms before Thee went.
Our praise and prayer and anthems
Before Thee we present.
To Thee before Thy passion
They sang their hymns of praise.
To Thee now high exalted
Our melody we raise.
Thou didst accept their praises.
Accept the prayers we bring,
Who in all good delightest,
Thou good and gracious King.
All glory, laud and honour
To Thee, Redeemer, King,
To whom the lips of children
Made sweet hosannas ring.
Theodulph of Orleans