Outside the Holy City Unnumbered footsteps throng, And crowded mart and streets of trade Fling back a swelling song. The voices echo nearer, In flaming hope they sing: ?Throw down your branches at His feet! Hosanna to the King!? Once more beside a city The Son of David waits, Once more the children throng to bring A welcome at the gates. Within are hearts sore burdened And feet that go astray; O Christ of God, come near and walk Our city streets today! The branches that we offer Are no unmeaning sign; Take Thou the hands we lift on high And make them wholly Thine. No songs of shallow welcome Are these we raise to Thee; O give us faith to face the cross And set Thy city free! A distant music mingles With all our songs today, The chorale from a city fair Where sin has passed away. There rides the Christ triumphant And victor songs ring clear; O God, give us the strength to build With Christ that city here!