Hosanna to the Royal Son

Hosanna to the roy­al Son

Of Da­vid’s an­cient line

His na­tures two

His per­son one

Mysterious and di­vine.

The root of Da­vid here we find

And off­spring is the same;

Eternity and time are joined

In our Im­ma­nu­el’s name.

Blest He that comes to wretch­ed men

With peace­ful news from Heav’n;

Hosannas of the high­est strain

To Christ the Lord be giv’n.

Let mor­tals ne’er re­fuse to take

Th’hosanna on their tongues

Lest rocks and stones should rise

and break

Their si­lence in­to songs.