Scripture Verse

They took palm branches and went out to meet Him, shouting, Hosanna! Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord! Blessed is the king of Israel. John 12:12–13

Introduction

Words: Fred­er­ic W. Goad­by, in The School Hym­nal, by Will­iam R. Ste­ven­son (Lon­don: E. Marl­bo­rough, 1880), num­ber 172.

Music: Lys­tra (Court­nay) John Cour­tnay, before 1902 (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Goad­by or Court­nay (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),

Lyrics

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.

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.

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.

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.