So I was reading up on some hymns that were written for Palm Sunday and I had to giggle. This one was written in 818 and has 78 verses although most hymnals omit the following:
Be Thou, O Lord, the Rider
and we the little ass
That to God's holy city
Together we may pass.
Can you guess what hymn this belongs with?
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