From Bethany, The Master

From Bethany, the Master

Comes down Mt. Olive's slope,

And all the world is singing,

A glad new song of hope;

Cry out, O stately cedars,

Along the rugged way!

Ye vineyards, shout hosanna,

To greet this happy day!

The King of Love, in triumph

Rides through the city's gate;

Rejected, scorned-yet Victor,

The Conqueror of hate;

O wave your green palm branches!

Exalt His matchless worth!

This King of Love shall conquer

The nations of the earth.

Not of this world His kingdom;

His power is from above;

His realm is of the spirit,

His scepter-Truth and Love;

He calls us to His service,

His banner is unfurled;

With Thee we march, O Master,

To overcome the world.