1 Draw nigh to thy Jerusalem,
O Lord, thy faithful people cry with one accord:
ride on in triumph; Lord, behold,
we lay our passions, lusts, and proud wills in thy way.
2 Thy road is ready, and thy paths,
made straight, with longing expectations seem to wait
the consecration of thy beauteous feet,
and silently thy promised advent greet.
3 Hosanna! welcome to our hearts,
for here thou hast a temple too, as Zion dear;
yes, dear as Zion, and as full of sin;
how long shall theives and robbers dwell therein?
4 Enter and chase them forth,
and cleanse the floor; o’erthrow them all, that they
may nevermore profane with traffic vile that holy place
where thou hast chosen, Lord, to set thy face.
5 And then, if our stiff tongues shall faithlessly
be mute in praises of thy deity,
the very temple stones shall loud repeat
Hosanna! and thy glorious footsteps greet.