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The Mortimer’s Cross Churches

Kingsland, Eardisland, Aymestrey & Leinthall Earles

Sowing faith and sharing love in today’s world

 Sunday April 5th 2020

Palm Sunday

Please find something that you came make into a palm cross (maybe something from your garden) along with a candle to light as we gather together to worship today..

 Here are the words of the  hymns to join in with our service this morning.

All  glory, laud, and honour

to thee, Redeemer, King!

to whom the lips of children

made sweet hosannas ring.

 

Thou art the King of Israel,

thou David’s royal Son,

who in the Lord’s Name comest,

the King and Blessed One.

 

All  glory, laud, and honour

to thee, Redeemer, King!

to whom the lips of children

made sweet hosannas ring.

 

My song is love unknown,

my Saviour’s love to me,

love to the loveless shown

that they might lovely be.

O who am I that for my sake

my Lord should take frail flesh and die?

 

He came from his blest throne

salvation to bestow,

but men made strange, and none

the longed-for Christ would know.

But O my friend, my friend indeed,

who at my need his life did spend.

 

Sometimes they strew his way,

and his strong praises sing,

resounding all the day

hosannas to their King.

Then “Crucify!” is all their breath,

and for his death they thirst and cry.

Why, what hath my Lord done?

What makes this rage and spite?

He made the lame to run,

he gave the blind their sight.

Sweet injuries! Yet they at these

themselves displease, and ‘gainst him rise.

 

They rise, and needs will have

my dear Lord made away;

a murderer they save,

the Prince of Life they slay.

Yet steadfast he to suffering goes,

that he his foes from thence might free.

 

Here might I stay and sing,

no story so divine:

never was love, dear King,

never was grief like thine.

This is my friend in whose sweet praise

I all my days could gladly spend.

 

  1. Ride on, ride on in majesty!

Hark! all the tribes hosanna cry;

O Saviour meek, pursue your road

with palms and scattered garments strowed.

 

2 Ride on, ride on in majesty!

In lowly pomp ride on to die:

O Christ, your triumphs now begin

o’er captive death and conquered sin.

 

3 Ride on, ride on in majesty!

The winged squadrons of the sky

look down with sad and wond’ring eyes

to see th’approaching sacrifice.

 

4 Ride on, ride on in majesty!

Your last and fiercest strife is nigh;

the Father on his sapphire throne

expects his own anointed Son.

 

5 Ride on, ride on in majesty!

In lowly pomp ride on to die;

bow your meek head to mortal pain,

then take, O God, your pow’r and reign.

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