1. O bride of Christ, rejoice;
   Exultant raise thy voice
   To hail the day of glory
   Foretold in sacred story.
   Hosanna, praise, and glory!
   Our King, we bow before Thee.

2. Let shouts of gladness rise
   Triumphant to the skies.
   Now comes the King most glorious
   To reign o’er all victorious.
   Hosanna, praise, and glory!
   Our King, we bow before Thee.

3. He wears no kingly crown,
   Yet as a King is known;
   Though not arrayed in splendor,
   He still makes death surrender.
   Hosanna, praise, and glory!
   Our King, we bow before Thee.

4. The weak and timid find
   How meek He is and kind;
   To them He gives a treasure
   Of bliss beyond all measure.
   Hosanna, praise, and glory!
   Our King, we bow before Thee.

5. Thy heart now open wide,
   Bid Christ with thee abide.
   He graciously will hear thee
   And be forever near thee.
   Hosanna, praise, and glory!
   Our King, we bow before Thee.

6. Then go thy Lord to meet;
   Strew palm-leaves at His feet;
   Thy garments spread before Him
   And honor and adore Him.
   Hosanna, praise, and glory!
   Our King, we bow before Thee.

7. E’en babes with one accord
   With thee shall praise the Lord
   And every Gentile nation
   Respond with exultation:
   Hosanna, praise, and glory!
   Our King, we bow before Thee.

Fryd dig, du Kristi Brud
Anon., c. 1600
Trans. Victor O. Petersen, 1899
Source: The Lutheran Hymnal, 1941, No. 57