Hosanna, Loud Hosanna

Hosanna! loud hosanna!

The little children sang;

Through pillar'd court and temple

The lovely anthem rang;

To Jesus who had blessed them,

Close folded to His breast,

The children sang their praises,

The simplest and the best.

From Olivet they followed,

'Mid an exultant crowd,

Waving the victor palm-branch,

And shouting clear and loud;

Bright angels joined the chorus

Beyond the cloudless sky:

"Hosanna in the highest:

Glory to God on high!"

Fair leaves of silvery olive

They strewed upon the ground,

Whilst Salem's circling mountains

Echoed the joyful sound;

The Lord of men and angels

Rode on in lowly state

Nor scorned that little children

Should on His bidding wait.

"Hosanna in the highest!"

That ancient song we sing;

For Christ is our Redeemer,

The Lord of heav'n our King.

Oh! may we ever praise Him

With heart, and life, and voice,

And in His blissful presence

Eternally rejoice!

Amen.