Once was heard the song of children
By the Savior when on earth;
Joyful in the sacred temple
Shouts of youthful praise had birth;
And hosannas, and hosannas
Loud, to David’s Son broke forth.
Palms of victory strewn around Him,
Garments spread beneath His feet;
Prophet of the Lord they crowned Him,
In fair Salem’s crowded street;
While hosannas, while hosannas,
Children sang in accents sweet.
Blessèd Savior, now triumphant,
Glorified and throned on high,
Mortal lays, from man or infant,
With the songs of angels vie;
And hosannas, and hosannas,
Swell the chorus of the sky.
God o’er all, in glory reigning,
We this day Thy praises sing;
Not with palms Thy pathway strewing,
We would loftier tribute bring;
Glad hosannas, glad hosannas,
To our prophet, priest, and king.
O, though humble is our offering,
Deign accept our grateful lays;
Those from children once proceeding
Thou didst deem
Now hosannas, now hosannas
Savior, Lord, to Thee we raise.