O Who Is This in Lowly State?
O Who is this in lowly state,
Upon a donkey's foal;
Amid the wond'ring multitude,
Along the dusty road?
The Son of David takes His seat,
Not on a throne of gold;
But rides His steed in humbleness,
As prophets have foretold.
Hosanna! shouts the swelling throng,
With palms in hand they sing;
To David's blessed Son they cry,
Hosanna to our King!
Behold, this King comes as a Lamb,
A sacrifice for sin;
A greater than a Solomon,
An ancient war to win.
What glory this? A rugged cross,
And on His noble head;
A crown of thorns, a mocking shame,
The King now joins the dead.
But He shall break Hell's prison bars,
And set death's captives free;
We all shall shout Hosanna then,
And sing eternally!
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Tune: Dorchester, West Gallery Psalter, 1810
Lyrics: Brian L. Penney, 2009
O Who is this in lowly state,
Upon a donkey's foal;
Amid the wond'ring multitude,
Along the dusty road?
The Son of David takes His seat,
Not on a throne of gold;
But rides His steed in humbleness,
As prophets have foretold.
Hosanna! shouts the swelling throng,
With palms in hand they sing;
To David's blessed Son they cry,
Hosanna to our King!
Behold, this King comes as a Lamb,
A sacrifice for sin;
A greater than a Solomon,
An ancient war to win.
What glory this? A rugged cross,
And on His noble head;
A crown of thorns, a mocking shame,
The King now joins the dead.
But He shall break Hell's prison bars,
And set death's captives free;
We all shall shout Hosanna then,
And sing eternally!
____________________-
Tune: Dorchester, West Gallery Psalter, 1810
Lyrics: Brian L. Penney, 2009
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