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¶ On Christ's Triumph to Jerusalem.
BEhold, we stay;
Lord, come away:
Thy Road is ready, and thy Paths made strait,
With languishing expect and wait
The Consecration of thy beauteous seet.
Ride on triumphantly; see, Lord, we lay
Our carnal lusts and wills all in thy way.
Hosanna! welcome to our hearts: Lo here
Thou hast a Temple too, and full as dear
As that of Sion; but more full of sin,
Nothing but Thieves and Robbers dwell therein.
Then enter, Lord, chase them, and cleanse the floore;
Crucifie all, that they may never more
Profane that holy place
Where thou hast chose to set thy face:
And if our stubborn tongues shall be
Mute in the praises of thy Deitie,
The stones from out the Temple-wall
Shall cry aloud and call,
Hosanna! And thy glorious foot-steps greet.