Lord !  come  away !
Why  dost  Thou  stay  }
Thy  road  is  ready ;  and  Thy  paths  made  straight

With  longing  expectation  wait
The  consecration  of  Thy  beauteous  feet !
Ride  on  triumphantly !     Behold,  we  lay
Our  lusts  and  proud  wills  in  Thy  way !

Hosanna !  Welcome,  to  our  hearts  !  Lord,  here
Thou  hast  a  temple  too  ;  and  full  as  dear
As  that  of  Sion,  and  as  full  of  sin :
Nothing  but  thieves  and  robbers  dwell  therein  :
Enter,  and  chase  them  forth,  and  cleanse  the  floor  \
Crucify  them,  that  they  may  never  more
Profane  that  holy  place
Where  Thou  hast  chose  to  set  Thy  face !
And  then,  if  our  stiff  tongues  shall  be
Mute  in  the  praises  of  Thy  Deity,
The  stones  out  of  the  temple  wall
Shall  cry  aloud,  and  call
Hosanna !  and  Thy  glorious  footsteps  greet !  Amen  !

Bishop  Jeremy  Taylor,  1655.
CLXXV.
Jesus,  Thy  Giurch  with  longing  eyes
For  Thy  expected  coming  waits  ;

When  will  the  promised  light  arise,
And  glory  beam  from  Zion's  gates  ?


1 92  The  Book  of  Praise,

Ev*!!  now,  when  tempests  round  us  fall,
And  wintry  clouds  overcast  the  sky,

Thy  words  with  pleasure  we  recall,
And  deem  that  our  redemption's  nigh.
Come,  gracious  Lord,  our  hearts  renew.
Our  foes  repel,  our  wrongs  redress,

Man's  rooted  enmity  subdue,
And  crown  Thy  Gospel  with  success.
O  come,  and  reign  o'er  every  land ;

Let  Satan  from  his  throne  be  hurl'd ;
All  nations  bow  to  Thy  command.
And  grace  revive  a  dying  world  !

Yes,  Thou  wilt  speedily  appear !

The  smitten  earth  already  reels ;
And  not  far  off  we  seem  to  hear

The  thunder  of  Thy  chariot  wheels.
