No Tramp of Soldiers' Marching Feet

This superb Palm Sunday text by Timothy Dudley-Smith (b. 1926) is extremely well written.  His repetition of the final line in each stanza is one unifying device. He retells the story of Passion week with beautiful poetry.  My favorite words are in stanza 2, line 1:  "And yet He comes."  Knowing all that would follow that exuberant entrance into Jerusalem, how the "hosannas" would turn into demands of "Crucify Him," yet He comes.
The English tune KINGSFOLD well suits and supports the text of the hymn.
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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.

    Hosanna to the Savior’s name

    Till heaven’s rafters ring,

    And all the ransomed host proclaim

    “Behold, behold your King!”