Lord come away, <br />Why dost Thou stay? <br />Thy rode is ready; and Thy paths, made strait, <br />With longing expectation, wait <br />The consecration of Thy beauteous feet. <br />Ride on triumphantly; behold we lay <br />Our lusts and proud wills in Thy way. <br />Hosanna! welcome to our hearts! Lord, here <br />Thou hast a temple too, and full as dear <br />As that of Sion, and as full of sin: <br />Nothing but thieves and robbers dwel therein, <br />Enter, and chase them forth, and cleanse the floore; <br />Crucifie them, that they may never more <br />Profane that holy place <br />Where Thou hast chose to set Thy face. <br />And then if our stiff tongues shall be <br />Mute in the praises of Thy Deity; <br />The stones out of the Temple-wall <br />Shall cry aloud and call <br />Hosanna! and Thy glorious footsteps greet. <br />Amen.<br /><br />Jeremy Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-second-hymn-for-advent-or-christ-s-coming-to-jerusalem-in-triumph/
