Hosanna, Loud Hosanna

Hosanna

loud ho­san­na

The lit­tle child­ren sang;

Through pil­lared 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

The vic­tor palm branch wav­ing

And chant­ing 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

While 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 Heav­en our king.

O may we ev­er praise Him

With heart and life and voice

And in His bliss­ful pre­sence

Eternally re­joice!