A Crowd Fills the Court of the Temple

A crowd fills the court of the tem­ple

A sound as of praise stirs the air

Jerusalem thrills with emo­tion

The Lord of the tem­ple is there!

In vain is the priest­ly dis­plea­sure

To si­lence the an­thems that ring;

Hosanna! Ho­san­na! Ho­san­na!

The child­ren all joy­ful­ly sing.

And if in this tem­ple of wor­ship

Where now we are met in His name

The Lord should ap­pear in His beau­ty

Himself His own Gos­pel pro­claim

What an­thems of grate­ful de­vo­tion

Around Him would ec­ho and ring;

Hosanna! Ho­san­na! Hosan­na!

The child­ren would joy­ful­ly sing.

Lord! make each young heart Thine own tem­ple

Reveal Thy sweet pre­sence with­in

Illumine our minds by Thy com­ing

Expel ev­ery long­ing for sin:

And when in our souls we adore Thee

How pure the glad praise we shall bring!

Hosanna! Ho­san­na! Hosan­na!

The child­ren will joy­ful­ly sing.

And when in that tem­ple of glo­ry

Where falls nev­er sha­dow of night

Where sor­row and sin nev­er sad­den

And Thou shalt Thy­self be the light;

When round Thee the ran­somed are throng­ing

High Heav’n with their prais­es will ring

Hosanna! Ho­san­na! Ho­san­na!

Thy child­ren for ev­er will sing.