1 When Jesus left His Father's throne,
He chose an humble birth;
Like us, unhonored and unknown,
He came to dwell on earth.
Like Him, may we be found below,
In wisdom's paths of peace;
Like Him, in grace and knowledge grow,
As years and strength increase.
2 Sweet were His words, and kind His look,
When mothers round Him pressed;
Their infants in His arms He took,
And on His bosom blessed.
Safe from the world's alluring harms,
Beneath His watchful eye,
Thus in the circle of His arms,
May we for ever lie.
3 When Jesus into Salem rode,
The children sang around;
For joy they plucked the palms, and strowed
Their garments on the ground.
Hosanna, our glad voices raise,
Hosanna to our King!
Should we forget our Saviour's praise,
The stones themselves would sing.