KING DAVID a Type of JESUS CHRIST, in his riding to Jerusalem

The Kings of ancient Israel were, Horses to multiply forbid; Nor do we find in all we read, That ever their King David did.

We read of none he ever had, Excepting his own humble mule, On which his Solomon must ride, To be anointed them to rule.

In this he stood a type of him, He was design'd to typify; Who perfectly obey'd the law, And did it fully magnify.

Be he the Prince of Kings on earth, In all our songs the joyful theme; Whose title is the Lord of Lords, O'er highest Kings the King Supreme.

Then tune your harps to highest joy, O Zion's lovely daughter dear; And let Jerus'lem's daughter too, Attend with gladsome shouting here.

Behold thy King cometh to thee, With splendid ornaments divine; He's just, and yet salvation hath, In lowly meekness he doth shine.

BEHOLD him riding in upon A colt his own, for him prepar'd, On which no man before had sat, Attend and hear the King declar'd.

A multitude, lo! very great, With chearfulness their garments lay; Others cut goodly branches down, And joyful spread them by the way.

Hark! hear the shout of highest joy, Of which we heard the prophet treat, By those that go along before, Which they who follow loud repeat.

Hosanna, blessed Israel's King, That cometh in the name, the Lord, Hosanna to King David's Son, Hosanna high with one accord.

Look! see among the crowded throng, Children aloud hosanna cry; But it offends chief priests and scribes, Who were spectators standing by.

Were I among the multitude, Methinks I'd listen then to hear, Doth he reject, or now accept, The praises of the children dear.

From babes and sucklings he approves, The praises of his worthy name, And asks chief priests and scribes, if they Remember'd not to read the same.

But 'ere I leave this wond'rous sight, Methinks I long to hear the King. His speech, the laws, his will, the news, He doth his vast dominions bring.

He to the heathen shall speak PEACE, The ancient prophet testifies; Peace in the heav'ns; and glory in The highest; multitudes replies.

PEACE comprehends the blessed news; And tho' I cannot longer stay, To hear his speech, his laws, his will, I'd bear this olive branch away.