Hosanna, Hosanna

1 A crowd fills the court of the temple,
A sound as of praise stirs the air,
Jerusalem thrills with emotion,
The Lord of the temple is there!
In vain is the priestly displeasure
To silence the anthems that ring;
Hosanna! Hosanna! Hosanna!
The children all joyfully sing.

2 And if in this temple of worship,
Where now we are met in His name,
The Lord should appear in His beauty,
Himself His own Gospel proclaim,
What anthems of grateful devotion
Around Him would echo and ring;
Hosanna! Hosanna! Hosanna!
The children would joyfully sing.

3 Lord! make each young heart Thine own temple,
Reveal Thy sweet presence within,
Illumine our minds by Thy coming,
Expel every longing for sin:
And when in our souls we adore Thee,
How pure the glad praise we shall bring!
Hosanna! Hosanna! Hosanna!
The children will joyfully sing.

4 And when in that temple of glory,
Where falls never shadow of night,
Where sorrow and sin never sadden,
And Thou shalt Thyself be the light;
When round Thee the ransomed are thronging,
High Heav’n with their praises will ring,
Hosanna! Hosanna! Hosanna!
Thy children for ever will sing.

Source: The Cyber Hymnal #10103

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