LORD, come away;

Why dost Thou stay?

Thy road is ready; and Thy paths, made straight,

With longing expectation wait

The consecration of Thy beauteous feet.

Ride on triumphantly: behold we lay

Our lusts and proud wills in thy way.

Hosannah! welcome to our hearts? LORD, here

Thou hast a temple too, and full as dear

As that of Sion; and as full of sin:

Nothing but thieves and robbers dwell therein:

Enter, and chase them forth, and cleanse the floor;

Crucify them, that they may never more

Profane that holy place

Where Thou hast chose to set Thy face.

And then if our stiff tongues shall be

Mute in the praises of Thy Deity,

The stones out of the temple-wall

Shall cry aloud, and call

Hosannah! and Thy glorious footsteps greet.