1 We gather, we gather, dear Jesus to bring
The breathings of love 'mid the blossoms of spring;
Our Maker, Redeemer, we gratefully raise
Our hearts and our voices in hymning Thy praise.
2 When stooping to earth from the brightness of heaven,
Thy blood for our ransom so freely was given;
Thou deignedst to listen while children adored,
With joyful hosannas, the blest of the Lord.
3 Those arms, which embraced little children of old,
Still love to encircle the lambs of the fold;
That grace which inviteth the wandering home,
Hath never forbidden the youngest to come.
4 Hosanna, hosanna, Great Teacher! we raise
Our hearts and our voices in hymning Thy praise
For precept and promise so graciously given,--
For blessings of earth, and for glories of heaven.
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First Line: | We gather, we gather, dear Jesus, to bring |
Author: | J. N. van Harlingen |
Publication Date: | 1918 |
Topic: | Praise |
Notes: | Tune: IHR KINDERLEIN, KOMMET |