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Thus spoke the prophets
"Fear not, daughter of Zion
Behold, your King is coming
Sitting on an ass's colt"
And so it came to pass
That Jesus made his way to Jerusalem for the Passover
Mounted on a donkey
Now the crowds who had heard about
His raising of Lazarus from the dead
Cast their robes for him to ride over
While others turned to cutting down boughs
From the trees of balsam, acacia, and tamarisk
And green branches of the palm trees
Running far ahead of him
They strewed the ground with their greenery
With bouquets and nosegays and wild flowers
And thousands of men and women began to shout
Joining the voices of the apostles
And crying out with joy
Hosanna, Hosanna in the highest
Hosanna, Hosanna, Hosanna, Hosanna
Hosanna, Hosanna, Hosanna, Hosanna
Hosanna, Hosanna, Hosanna, Hosanna
Sing His praise
He has come
He is the way
Hosanna, Jesus the Prophet
Hosanna, Jesus of Nazareth
Blessed is He who comes
In peace and love
Hosanna, Hosanna
Blessed is He who comes
In the name of the Lord