All glory, laud, and honor To thee, Redeemer, King,
To whom the lips of children Made sweet honsanas ring.
Thou art the kind of Israel, Thou David's royal Song,
Who in the Lord's name comest, The King and Blessed One.
The company of angels Are praising thee on high,
And mortal men and all things Created make reply.
The people of the Hebrews With palms before thee went;
Our praise and love and anthems Before thee we present.
To thee, before thy passion, They sang their hymns of praise;
To thee, now high exalted, Our melody we raise.
Thou didst accept their praises; Accept the love we bring,
Who in all good delighest, Thou good and gracious King.
All Glory, Laud, and Honor