Thursday, March 21, 2013

No Tramp of Soldiers' Marching Feet

Timothy Dudley-Smith's masterful Palm Sunday text set to the tune KINGSFOLD.  A blessed Palm Sunday to you!

1.  No tramp of soldiers' marching feet
     With banners and with drums,
     No sound of music's martial beat:
     "The King of glory comes!"
     To greet what pomp of kingly pride
     No bells in triumph ring,
     No city gates swing open wide:
     "Behold, behold your King!"

2.  And yet He comes. The children cheer;
     With palms His path is strown.
     With ev'ry step the cross draws near:
     The King of glory's throne.
     Astride a colt He passes by
     As loud hosannas ring,
     Or else the very stones would cry
     "Behold, behold your King!"

3.  What fading flow'rs His road adorn;
     The palms, how soon laid down!
     No bloom or leaf but only thorn
     The King of glory's crown.
     The soldiers mock, the rabble cries,
     The streets with tumult ring,
     As Pilate to the mob replies,
     "Behold, behold your King!"

4.  Now He who bore for mortals' sake
     The cross and all its pains
     And chose a servant's form to take,
     The King of glory reigns.
     Hosannas to the Savior's name
     Till heaven's rafters ring,
     And all the ransomed host proclaim
     "Behold, behold your King!" 

1 comment:

Ken Eichinger said...

Choir is singing this on Sunday. Very interesting hymn!