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Swing the Branches

Swing the branches — fanfare bluster,
For the risen king of kings,
On Palm Sunday as we muster,
All the hope that Jesus brings.

All the honour, praise and glory,
Goes to Him who died and rose,
Such a bright, triumphal story,
On the cross — a timeless pose.

Ride through joyous whooping laughter,
On your humble ass today,
Through the town, to ever after,
On Your blessed, regal way.

Sing hosanna! Sing forever!
With your lungs in booming praise,
Christ our king will leave us never,
Till the closing of our days.