Blessed is the king, in the name of the Lord he draws nearer.
Scriptures fulfilling, his person and work growing clearer.
Hear the crowds sing
Their highest praise to the king.
'Glory to God' cries each cheerer.
Daughter of Zion, your king on a colt meets your gazes.
Riding in majesty, possessing power that amazes.
If wicked men
Silenced the people's voice, then
Nature would cry out his praises
Let my soul join in the praise to the king of salvation,
As he rides on to his task as our propitiation.
Setting his face
Towards the pain that brings grace
And eternal adoration.
James Hughes (April 2017)
Metre: 14. 14. 4. 7. 8.
Tune: Lobe Den Herren