When Hosannas Loud Resounding

When ho­san­nas loud re­sound­ing

Rang through Sa­lem joy­ful­ly

As the Sav­ior came in tri­umph

Children’s voic­es rose on high

Hymning out the joy­ful chor­us

Shouting forth the glad ac­claim

“Mighty King

the Son of Da­vid

Coming in Je­ho­vah’s name.”

Jesus heard their lit­tle voic­es

And with gen­tle

lov­ing face

Smiled up­on the hap­py child­ren

Subjects of His roy­al grace;

Hushed the migh­ty priests to si­lence

By the old pro­phet­ic word

Forth from in­fant lips per­fect­ed

Praise shall come be­fore the Lord.

Still the migh­ty King of Sa­lem

Comes in ho­ly triumph nigh—

Still ho­san­nas

loud re­sound­ing

Rise from in­fant tongues on high—

Still the skep­tic and the scof­fer

Sneer and ri­di­cule the song—

And the Sav­ior smiles as sweet­ly

On the hap­py in­fant throng.

In the day when ga­thered mill­ions

Sing ho­san­nas

far away

’Mid the shin­ing hosts of an­gels

Infant tongues shall swell the lay.

Come then

child­ren

to the Sav­ior

Sweetest wel­come waits you here;

And with those bright hosts in Heav­en

You shall sing His prais­es there.