Children of Zi­on, know your King,
Your own Mes­si­ah hail:
Hosanna in His tem­ple sing,
For He hath rent the veil.

Himself the sac­ri­fice for sin,
As your High-Priest He died;
With His own blood, He en­tered in—
Behold Him cru­ci­fied!

Behold Him on the mer­cy seat,
High in the ho­li­est place;
Now cast your­selves be­fore His feet,
Then rise to see His face.

That face with re­con­cil­ing beams
Shines forth up­on you all;
No long­er mourn by Ba­bel’s streams,
He calls you—hear His call.

So shall your hearts with­in you burn;
While guid­ed by His voice,
With songs to Zi­on you re­turn,
And in your God re­joice,

At His great name, bow ev­ery knee;
Let ev­ery tongue con­fess
Christ, whom your fa­thers slew, is He,
The Lord your Right­eous­ness.