Palm Sunday

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.

 

"Hosanna, hosanna, hosanna to the King!

Hosanna, hosanna, hosanna to the King!"

 

From Olivet they followed,

Mid an exultant crowd,

The victor palm branch waving

And chanting clear and loud;

The Lord of men and angels

Rode on in lowly state,

Nor scorned that little children

Should on His bidding wait.

 

"Hosanna, hosanna, hosanna to the King!

Hosanna, hosanna, hosanna to the King!"

 

"Hosanna in the highest!"
That ancient song we sing,

For Christ is our Redeemer,

The Lord of heav'n, our King;

O may we ever praise Him

With heart and life and voice,

And in His blissful presence

Eternally rejoice!

 

"Hosanna, hosanna, hosanna to the King!

Hosanna hosanna, hosanna to the King!"