From Bethany, the Master Comes down Mt. Olive???s slope, And all the world is singing, A glad new song of hope; Cry out, O stately cedars, Along the rugged way! Ye vineyards, shout hosanna, To greet this happy day! The King of Love, in triumph Rides through the city???s gate; Rejected, scorned???yet Victor, The Conqueror of hate; O wave your green palm branches! Exalt His matchless worth! This King of Love shall conquer The nations of the earth. Not of this world His kingdom; His power is from above; His realm is of the spirit, His scepter???Truth and Love; He calls us to His service, His banner is unfurled; With Thee we march, O Master, To overcome the world.