Through the crowded streets of Jericho
See the Holy Nazarine go;
Hear the shout of praise from the happy ones there
Who his healing virtues knows.

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Praise ye the Lord, his mercies show,
Ever in His love confide,
More than we ask weill he bestow,
Willingly with us abide.

In the friendly shade of a sycamore tree,
The joyful publican see;
Hear the Master's voice saying "Zaccheus come,
For I must abide with thee."

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Like an earnest little Zaccheus, I
Would fain the Holy one see;
I would haste with joy at the blessed command,
"For I must abide with thee."

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