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2 0 Zion, He approacheth,
Thy Lord and King for aye!
Strew palms where He advanceth,
Spread garments in His way.
God's promise faileth never,
Hosanna sound forever!

3 Fling wide thy portals, Zion,
And hail thy glorious King;
His tidings of salvation

To every people bring,
Who, waiting yet in sadness,
Would sing His praise in gladness.

4 He cometh not with warriors,

And not with pomp and show,
Yet smiteth He with terror

Sin, death, and every foe.
The Spirit's sword He wieldeth,
Not e'en to death He yieldeth.

5 Give heed, thou sinful people,
Thy King and Saviour own:
The kingdom He hath founded
Is not an earthly one;
No power can overthrow it,
Nor earthly wisdom know it.

6 The throne which He ascendeth
Is fixed in heaven above:
His sanctified dominion

Is light alone and love.
His praise be ever sounding
For grace and peace abounding.

7 Jerusalem is fallen,

And closed its temple-door;
Its sacrifices ended;

Its scepter is no more.
Christ's kingdom never ceaseth,
Its glory still increaseth.

Frans Mikael Franzèn, 1812.

Gör porten hög. L. M. D.

Koralbok, 1697.

2 The Lord is just, a Helper tried,

Mercy is ever at His side;
His kingly crown is holiness,
His scepter, pity in distress:
The end of all our woe He brings;
Wherefore the earth is glad and sings:

3 0 blest the land, the city blest,
Where Christ the Ruler is confest!
O happy hearts and happy homes
To whom this King in triumph comes!
The cloudless Sun of joy He is,
Who bringeth pure delight and bliss.

4 Fling wide the portals of your heart;
Make it a temple, set apart
From earthly use for heaven's employ,
Adorned with prayer, and love, and joy:
So shall your Sovereign enter in,
And new and nobler life begin.

5 Redeemer, come! I open wide

My heart to Thee; here, Lord, abide!
Let me Thine inner presence know,
Thy grace and love on me bestow.
Thy Holy Spirit guide us on,
Until our glorious goal be won.

Georg Weissel, 1633.

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JOHANN SCHOP, 1642.

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To do in spir - it low - ly

All that may please Thee best. A-MEN.

2 Thy Zion palms is strewing,
And branches fresh and fair;
My heart, its powers renewing,
An anthem shall prepare.
My soul puts off her sadness
Thy glories to proclaim;
With all her strength and gladness
She fain would serve Thy Name.

3 I lay in fetters groaning,

Thou com'st to set me free;
I stood, my shame bemoaning,
Thou com'st to honor me.
A glory Thou dost give me,
A treasure safe on high,

That will not fail nor leave me
As earthly riches fly.

4 Love caused Thine incarnation,
Love brought Thee down to me;
Thy thirst for my salvation
Procured my liberty.

O love beyond all telling,

That led Thee to embrace,
In love all love excelling,

Our lost and fallen race!
5 Rejoice then, ye sad-hearted,
Who sit in deepest gloom,
Who mourn o'er joys departed,
And tremble at your doom:
He who alone can cheer you,
Is standing at the door;
He brings His pity near you,
And bids you weep no more.

Paul Gerhardt, 1653.