Hymn lyrics by Rev. Jim Gertmenian
In the brilliant sunshine, in the city street, Hear the bright hosannas, hear the marching feet;
Look at Jesus; hear the story; Probe the purpose of his life; See the struggle and the glory, All the conflict, all the strife.
From the Festive Worship collection
There is no Easter without making one’s peace with the dead and with the forces of destruction that lurk within the human psyche.
From the Festive Worship collection
When love and hatred engage in mortal conflict it is love which suffers most; but love has the final victory.
From the Boundless Life collection
From Good Friday’s gruesome darkness To the rise of Easter Morn Lies a path beyond our coyness, Path that holds the newly born.
For deeper love we spread the bread I won’t be full till all are fed Till every soul has home and bed The rest of us can’t move ahead
That Friday, oh so long ago, Why do we call it ‘Good’? It tells a wretched tale of woe, Of thorns and cross of wood.
Ride on: ride on in majesty; The palms affirm with certainty Their claim - you are Messiah King. The crowds join in and loudly sing.
Tune: Winchester (Ride on, ride on in majesty)
We walk in silence while the earth Quivers and cracks beneath our feet