Born as a babe in human flesh,
Stooped He low to earth’s sinful mesh,
Yet untainted by any speck of sin,
The triumphal journey He did begin.
The King of kings,
The echo of Whose Kingdom all through the universe rings,
On a donkey’s back He rode,
As the crowd before Him sang praises and bowed.
To shouts of Hosanna,
Rode on the Heavenly Manna,
Amidst the cheering multitude
Who would soon show their jeering attitude.
Rode He to Jerusalem,
Not an earthly kingdom to proclaim,
To declare unto sin, death and Satan an eternal defeated shame,
By the power of His holy Name.
The King of glory,
Marched to a death so gory,
To crush the serpent’s head,
On Calvary’s rugged spread.
The One who has authority over life,
Laid it down without a word of strife,
The One who has authority over death,
Once again took up His everlasting breath.
Hosanna in the highest Heaven,
The Lord reigns – having to us His Peace given,
The Blessed One of Zion,
Victorious, He was and is and will always remain.
“Then those who went before and those who followed cried out, saying:
‘Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord!’ ” (Mark 11:9)