Monday Before Lent Atrophied your knees, Weary your feet, Rusty the locks of the ancient gates - Prepare the way. Cry, Blessed is He! as He comes, To save, to rule, to save. Stagnant your hopes, Vacant your dreams, Silent and silenced the voice which cries - In the wilderness prepare the way! See, He comes. The donkey's steps near, Four-centuries-dormant longing yawns... Bowing your hearts, Waving your palm fronds, Whispering your hearts - Hosanna, save...Hosanna... Open now the gates of day; Prepare the fallow way.