The donkey bearing my Lord!
A reminder for the jubilant crowd,
Of an ancient prophecy coming around,
Behold a King lowly and not proud,
In Jerusalem today He will be found.
Up the magnificent city,
Perched high up and lofty,
My King majestic and mighty,
Reigns over all principality,
I am bestowed with sanctity.
Forever with palm fronds,
Our King we cheer in throngs,
With harp, lyre, cymbal and drums,
He lovingly distributed His shares,
We all have a claim of Jerusalem.